She’s Speaking

In 2014, I drove up to Sedona to attend a Myofascial Healing seminar to learn self-treatment techniques to supplement my weekly MFR treatments, because while MFR was working for me, and had improved my life immeasurably, it was both impractical and financially infeasible to be on my therapist’s table every single day of my life….

Achievable Goals

So the dollhouse has been delivered to Emerge! Center Against Domestic Abuse, which was my first choice. The lady who let me in to deliver it, who had not been forewarned I was coming, was excited, and all she got to see was this: She said she might be tempted to play with it, and…

The Dollhouse Is Finished!

I find myself honestly surprised to be typing those words, because it sat on my craft desk so very long, and even though I worked at it in fits and starts, there was still so much to do. Then, in the last two weeks, I must’ve hit a tipping point, because suddenly, it was done….

Live-ish Music in the 21st Century: a Learning Experience

My last live gig was March 8th, right before the whole world retreated into its homes, and it wasn’t a great one. It was raining, and there was hardly any audience, and there was a minor-but-dispiriting tiff with the venue owner that had me having my periodic, “Why do I do this?” conversation with myself…

The little things

I am pleased to report that I must’ve done an okay job installing the hood vent and getting the stove in, because neither has set the kitchen on fire (which is the only metric that matters when you have actually set your kitchen on fire before). I had every intention of playing music tonight because…

Cake and competing interests

Back at the turn of the century, in the early aughts when our gang still was universally childless and had functioning joints and regularly did things together on the spur of the moment, one couple invited us all over to watch some “transvestite comedian” I’d never heard of.   But we were footloose back then, and…

Careful! She’s got the power tools out!

This is a magnet board I picked up at IKEA quite awhile back, and it’s been living at the end of the (also IKEA) shelving that makes up my sewing desk “legs,” stuck on with Command strips that have long since failed, and more recently, held in place by the leather hatbox I use to…

Heavily self-medicating with Baby Yoda

I’ll admit it: I have been depressed. Not chemically depressed (I don’t think, anyway,) but situationally depressed for damn good reasons. I think my misanthropy might be a permanent condition now, and while that’s not who I ever wanted to be, I don’t see a way out currently. Used to be, every 6-12 months I’d…