She was such a funny little girl, that I couldn’t help but create these comics. I stopped doing them, eventually, because I just couldn’t bring myself to make fun of her when she was feeling so unwell. But I owe her this one. Over time, she was: Whitewind Stubbybutt, Dirk Sledgehammer, Darlene Meatrick, Dorcas Jones,…
Do You Know What it Means, to Miss Angeline?
She’s gone. My little girl has passed away. She departed on December 30, 2020, at approximately 4:35 p.m. I say approximately, because her appointment was for 4:30, and the clock in the car said 4:45 while I was screaming my grief into my wadded-up skirt to muffle the sound. Last August, she was officially diagnosed…
Dawg Days #12! With Special Guest, Muffin!
Muffin was our very dear family friend’s very special and surly cat. Although Muffin made her journey across the Rainbow Bridge recently, no doubt to be delightfully surly to the others there who await us, may she live on in the hearts of those who loved her, and may she be forever immortalized here. I…
Plague Days: Geaux Away
Those last days downtown before we were all WFH were bizarre. It is just as fascinating as it is terrifying, being right in the middle of a Huge Change, a shift in the collective reality. This was actually happening, this virus-induced retreat to our homes, and I was watching it happen live and in person….
Plague Days: Making Do
Last night I finally hit a moment in all of this where I just felt really sad and really tired. Not physically tired (although I was that as well), but soul-tired. Exhausted from the media bursts, exhausted from all of my underlying fretting and worrying, exhausted from missing regular life. What toppled me over that…
Plague Days: Home Work
I haven’t worn shoes in 6 days. I work barefoot. I run around the house barefoot. I do all my gardening barefoot. I also just had to count back to the last time I left my house, in order to determine how long it’s been since I wore shoes. What day even IS it? It’s…
Plague Days: Standing on the Neutral Ground
A couple of days after Shit Got Weird, I was downtown and at work as usual. We were up to our necks in Business Continuity Planning, wrangling all of those things that the company had to do in the background to ensure we could start minimizing employee presence in the office while attempting to keep…
Plague Days: When Shit Got Weird
Of course. Of course it would take a worldwide pandemic to get my ass back on this blog. It’s funny (and gross now) to think that, just a month-ish ago, it was Mardi Gras day. The whole city, for a few weeks running, was united side by side (or on top of each other) carousing…
Jazz Hall
The crazy-ass Bostonian Irish bouncer outside the bar on Chartres St. was hollering at passing tourists when we approached. I guess “hawking” would be the actual term for it, really, but his base nature and style made it more like hollering. Invitational hollering, to be exact. “Come hear live music! See the Green Fairy! Come…
Follow Your Crazy 