Category Archives: grief

Even Help Is No Help

I wasn’t looking forward to Mother’s Day since no children were going to honor me and my own mother is long gone. My plan was to just suck it up and go out for an omelette. I forgot to factor … Continue reading

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Frank Sinatra: What a Fucking Cunt!™

George Michael was my guilty secret at one time, a crush I was embarrassed to admit. But really, who could resist that beautiful voice and sensual face, the obscure sadness behind even his poppiest songs? Another horrible loss to 2016, … Continue reading

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Let’s Take A Denim Break

Sometimes we must seek relief wherever we can find it and tonight I offer denim. These ugly shorts are the worst possible way to spend $325 but go ahead, see if I care. Look at the rear view: Why not … Continue reading

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Dear World, So Sorry!

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Thriftshop Healing

I have developed a new obsession with silk pajamas, having bought a beautiful pair for $6.99 at Goodwill. Now, I have to look for more, because that’s what happens when you have a shopping disorder. Today, I was patiently searching … Continue reading

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Poor Little Bear

I have been too sad lately. Too sad to stay awake and too sad to live. It comes and goes. When it doesn’t go, I get worried and even more despondent. It’s something to do with my genes and my … Continue reading

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Shot In The Face

Today we were waiting in line at our neighborhood Pollo Loco and the line wasn’t moving. I saw that the guy giving his order at the cash register was gesticulating impatiently. Something was up. The guy was raising his voice … Continue reading

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When Your Kid Breaks Up With You

So you’re going along being a mom, and you think it’s permanent, because, you know, but then all of a sudden he or she decides it’s over. He or she refers to you as a “biological mother” and pretty much … Continue reading

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Six Years In

I went to the cemetery today to mark another year. It’s the most barren, godforsaken cemetery you could imagine. Across the way, there are great big headstones and grass, with benches to sit on. On our side, the side for … Continue reading

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My Prince

I thought of him as my own Prince, the voice I danced to in my living room when nobody I knew liked Dirty Mind except for me. On New Year’s Eve at the close of 1998, we went to an … Continue reading

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