I know a lot of people view birthdays and getting older as this inherently depressing thing. The unasked for sympathy I got last year when I turned 30 was kind of unreal. People were surprised I felt no shame over the big three-oh, or else thought I was vaguely delusional and still hanging to the ...
So far, my white knight Netflix has given the world some pretty solid programming: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, OITNB. The whole reason I even have Netflix at all is because they picked up Arrested Development for a fourth season. As a kid who grew up back when TGIF was a thing, Full House was 7 year ...
I am a writer with a dirty secret: I don’t actually write. I mean, I do write. I nano every year. I write this blog, I journal a couple times a month, and I have tubs full of notebooks that are brimming over with ideas scribbled in the margins. So yes, I physically write. And ...
Until this past year, I never saw a physician on a regular basis. By regular basis, I mean that sometimes entire years went by before I sought medical attention. I’ve never had great insurance, so I never went unless I was ill and obviously not getting better. Sometimes this has the potential to backfire magnificently ...
I’m having a rough month. Recently I received some medical news that is a little hard to digest for me, and is requiring a significant rearranging of my life. I don’t anticipate this meaning much in terms of not blogging, since despite my efforts I still only manage two posts a month. But I wanted ...