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“You know,” I say to my friend. “I think 12-year-old me would be pretty impressed with how my life is going.” I have cats. My love life is good. I’m writing full time, which isn’t lucrative by a long shot, but I make it work.
And I wear lots of dresses. That was apparently important to her. » Read more
In another piece, I talked about midlife crisis. But I didn’t dive as deeply into it as I probably should have. I stayed on the surface, wondering about it in passing — what midlife crisis actually was. And if it actually existed, outside of silly jokes about it.
I missed what it looks like in my own life. » Read more
I mentioned this a bit in an earlier post, but one of the most helpful things I ever did was to stop worrying if I were good-looking. Instead, I started to just assume I was average.
If people compliment my appearance, I thank them and leave it at that. No need to argue like I’m Jimmy Stewart lecturing an old-timey movie courtroom. » Read more
“You got your creativity from me,” my mother says. “Your father was good at many things, but he didn’t have a creative bone in his body.”
My father passed away in April. He was an inventor, a construction engineer. A brilliant blue collar man. He wasn’t a very talkative person — unless you got him going about something he was passionate about — » Read more
It hit me a few weeks ago when I was looking at the prayer cards from my father’s funeral.
When my father died, he stopped being a man. And he started being a historical figure.
It was a silly joke at first. Because the prayer cards had his birth and death dates on it. » Read more
You lost someone you love. Stop looking for a reason and start thinking about the meaning you are going to assign to that event.
Steve Case, F**k Death
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When I lost my father in April, I thought I was ready for it. He had been ill for quite some time. » Read more
“I want attention,” I tell him, arms outstretched.
And as he wraps me up into a hug, I can feel his laughter reverberating through both of our chests. I love that laughter. Part of why I fell in love with him in the first place is because he’s a person who laughs with wild abandon. » Read more
We don’t talk about it enough. But it’s hard to be single.
And not just because of the constant pressure from other people who are fond of finding subtle ways to tell you that life has no meaning without romantic love — although that pressure certainly can make being single stressful for those who would rather not have a relationship. » Read more
I have a big announcement to make. My new book is finally out. It’s called Psychic City, and it’s a slipstream murder mystery that features an FFF triad of polyamorous detectives:
One of Picasso’s favorite assignments for a young artist was to have him or her try to draw a perfect circle. It can’t be done; everyone draws a circle with some particular distortion, and that distorted circle is “your” circle, an insight into “your” style. “Try to make the circle as best you can. And since nobody before you has made a perfect circle, » Read more
