Monthly Archives: August 2009

I have known my black lab, Kali, since the day she was born.  Though she is a large dog—85 lbs in her prime—I figured her for too mild mannered to protect me. I never had those doubts about Latte.  Latte doesn’t fuck about.  She greets… Read more

The Irish poet, Tony Curtis, used to tell us that the editorial process involved butchering your darlings.  If you think you’ve found the perfectly turned phrase, prepare to cut it.  And why is this?

In my second manuscript, I wrote:  ”The child trailed behind her… Read more

Is Mercury in retrograde?  This week has been fucking INSANE.  The U.S. postal service is no longer delivering mail to our address.  Last week, they delivered three times, this week, nothing.  Two weeks ago, our neighbors were dogsitting, and that dog bit the postman, and… Read more

Yesterday afternoon, a second visit to the doctor’s office, and my middle joint on my pinkie is now free.  I never thought I’d be this excited about a free middle joint.  It was such a relief that I cried.

Mallet finger.  I have mallet finger,… Read more

My finger is broken.  I watched the nurse process the x-rays yesterday, and she showed me the three angles, the bone chip more evident as my finger turned sideways. I’ve never broken anything before.  It hurts.  And the splint is ridiculous.  Awkward for typing, hand… Read more

I haven’t had a proper job in an office—one where you’re expected to dress in business-casual attire—since 2004.  Judging from my closet, you’d think it had been a lot longer.  I still have shirts and pants from high school.  And why is this? Why would… Read more