Category: In Which We Set Ourselves Up for Mockery

About 26 years ago, I was picking something up at the college post office, and I overheard the woman behind the counter say, “No, someone else was shot.” I thought about it all the way across the quad. It seemed to have importance. It wasn’t until I walked into my boyfriend’s dorm and saw a…

On the way out this morning, I heard the CNN anchor try to tease me past a commercial with “What would you think of a someone disciplining a child … with a stun gun? What if it was his own child? An eighteen month old child?” They way the anchor kept cranking up the drama…

Have a good Pearl Harbor Day, or as we call it in my family, Grandmother Lucille’s birthday. I was always hugely proud of my grandmother, and when I look back on it it was because she didn’t fit the mold of “grandmother.” She knew enough French to sign my autograph book and swear. She let…

Sigh. Yeah, publishing the song felt good. It was therapuetic. But as Gary pointed out, it was about his job, and he doesn’t want to be a victim of second-hand dooce.

I’ve been reading these posts on people’s reactions to bad news, like here. People I know keep getting bad news. For example, a friend of a friend just had a doctor encourage her with the words “if we can’t stop this swelling, you will die in four to six months.” Now today I found out…

Five years ago I had overslept and I was lying in bed, listening to Gary do his usual morning rant. Well, not listening. What I truly was listening to was NPR. I had heard the tone change, and the morning broadcaster seemed to be breaking form. Some woman on the phone was describing smoke billowing…

My recent review of old letters sent me to Google to find old boyfriends. I’ve done this before without result. Now the Internet is littered with the lovers I have left in my wake. I only had to search about half an hour to find the blog of Michael D____, former college boyfriend, at blogs.salon.com/biographicalNotesz.…