Sunday, December 30, 2012


Something sort of incredible and awesome happened this week and I think it’s a message from God maybe or an allegory or whatever that word is.

I’ve lived in the same house for 20 years and just found out that the house, one door down, that had ‘the old couple’ living in it is also harboring their 53 year old, morbidly obese (TLC Show obese) son that I never knew they had.

None of the neighbors knew they had this son.

Until the paramedics had to come because he was stuck on the floor for two days while the parents were out of town and he stopped answering the phone and they called the cops I guess.

He stays inside on his computer and never leaves the house.  We’ve only been “sidewalk friendly” with the old couple but even our neighbor that lives next to them didn’t know about him.

Makes me feel like you can think you know something for 20 years and then be surprised about something you knew nothing about.

I think this event sort of encapsulates my year in some way.  I’m not sure how.  But I’d like to think it does.  Maybe the world is trying to give me a message.  Like, thinking I am not able to write a novel for all my life but maybe it’s hiding inside me unbeknownst to my neighbors and all I have to do is call the paramedics and get it out.

I hope 2013 is the year for flashy red lights and sirens outside the house my novel has fallen down in.

And I hope it’s that way for you, too. Well, with whatever is inside you that you want to come out. 

Sunday, December 9, 2012


I have learned to tolerate Costco. I don’t know. Maybe deep breaths. Maybe understanding and embracing that humanity will always be detestable.  Maybe large portions of things I want at low prices like Brussels sprouts and Pam cooking spray.  Whatever it is, I have grown. 

Look at me. Advancing in life. Growing like a big girl should. 

I am scratching a hole into my hand.

My dad sent me a Christmas card. It’s printed with a message.  The handwritten message reads, “Leaving for Thailand Dec 4 and will be back Dec 20. Going to ride an elephant.”

My dad.

I’m watching a movie about whores.