I’m lying on my bed, watching a ladybug spin around the light fixture. As a child, I was told that ladybugs are good luck. Since they seemed fairly non-threatening, I always felt it was worth the mild annoyance of incessant fluttering in order to avoid bad luck. Right now, … [Read more...]

In town there’s this enormous grocery store that is the center of our universe. This also makes it the center for those seeking donations for everything from soccer teams to the Society for the Elimination and Prevention of Space Junk. There is usually someone or a group of … [Read more...]

Recipe for Ophelia’s Madness (Hamlet Cake) • ½ cup of pure psychopathic thinking • 8 liters of confusion • 1 dump truck of heart break • 42 stanzas of lyrics that don’t exactly make sense and aren’t fully relevant • A teaspoon of lingering love • 9 cups of depression • 1 ounce of … [Read more...]

I’m crazy for books. Always have been. They carried me through a childhood absent of Zoloft, a marriage short on success, and more bad haircuts than I care to recall. I coped with none of these well, but here I am, still breathing. Without books to pull me through, I probably … [Read more...]

Yes, I go to a nude beach. With my boyfriend. Think what you will; I like having God gaze down upon my bare behind as I watch the waves roll in. I know He has a wide prudish streak, but if dropping my bathing suit for a day is out-of-bounds, then hell is overrun with pygmies. I … [Read more...]