I'm really tired of censoring myself. Don't misunderstand, I'm ABLE to say things. I mean, I have a voice box and am able to expend the necessary energy required to speak and technically, no one is preventing me from doing it...Except me. Why do we hesitate? Why do we screen ourselves? Why do we change... Continue Reading →

My boyfriend turns 59 today. Fifty fucking nine. By the way, I’m 45. What fuckery is this?? When did I decide to be with a man 14 years older than me?? Maybe I didn’t really decide. Come to think of it, I don't think I even gave it a second thought. When we first started... Continue Reading →

I'm perfect. No, really. I'm the shiznit- ask anyone. Okay, okay. You can stop laughing now. Seriously though, I'm emphatically NOT perfect. Not even close. 'Perfection' and I have never met. And I'm okay with that. I never aspired to be perfect at anything.  My thought on the matter is simple: I'm as perfect as... Continue Reading →

My husband is fat. See, now I feel like a bitch. Women aren't supposed to complain about their spouses- we're supposed to praise them to the skies and support them, right? And indeed I WAS his partner in crime, his cheerleader and his biggest fan. But that was years ago. Lately, he hasn't given me... Continue Reading →

Hola, Wise Readers! I know, it’s been a few weeks since I regaled you with my presence. In that time, I managed to accomplish sweet Mary fuck all, but I’m still alive so there’s that. This time of year always makes me a bit squirrelly. It’s on the cusp of summer but it seems that... Continue Reading →