Today on this throwback Thursday I am thinking of the treatment I receive from those around me regarding my tattoos, and the truth surrounding their origins. People comment on my tattoos a lot. They ask what they mean, if they hurt, or simply tell me they love the colors. But it is not always reactions … More Rainbow armor, scars, and stories.
There’s a well known saying, “don’t poke the bear,” which is used to refer to a bad temper (Madadook, if you will). People said it about me and I used to be embarrassed by it. At one point, I pretended to embrace it, but inside it truly hurt my feelings and I would cry because … More Don’t poke the f**king bear.
I’ve decided that the Babadook can’t be a standalone character in my version of him. The original, of course, is a monster from the book, Monster, by Jennifer Kent (who also wrote the screenplay and directed the movie, The Babadook. While I refer to the Babadook as the monster inside my head who is always … More Babadook’s sister, Madadook…
Charles, my sweet companion terrier mix, died… and the Babdook was alive again. “Wait for me on the other side,” was the last thing I got to whisper in Charles ear before he took his last breathe. It was 5:08am (PST). I held him wrapped in a Mexican serape blanket, rocking him and holding him … More And just like that…
This is an open letter to someone who may never see it. Someone who likely doesn’t care. It’s not even just one person, but more than one, that is no longer there. But I need to say this, I need to let it out, I realized today it’s so bottled up inside that it makes … More An open letter…
We all tell lies. Maybe just little ones, or maybe only to ourselves, but we all do. Ultimately, most people don’t want to be wrong or the villain of the story. So they lie… I was having a conversation with my mom about something a family member told her, and my mom was accepting this … More The lies we tell…
Do you ever really know someone? Your partner, your kid, your best friend? Yourself? There is someone that I used to know. Or I thought I knew. They were my best friend. I likely was not theirs, but they were mine. And I was myself. Anxiety, depression, goofy and weird and all. I shared and … More Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind…
For some unknown reason, late into my pregnancy I got into the soundtrack for the musical The Wiz. Not the original, but the tv adaptation starring Queen Latifa and Mary J Blige. I would sing the songs to the baby in utero. When I gave birth to Peanut I was in the hospital alone. She … More Staying in Oz.
We are one week away from the world of Peanut getting a little bit smaller; the departure of my parents to another country will make for quite the adjustment for my tiny human. Don’t get me wrong, she is so damn strong and resilient already at the tender age of two, but it breaks my … More summer changes and summer adventures…
A lot of things have changed or are in the process of changing recently. GoDaddy fucked up my old website with my House of Peanut blog so I dumped GoDaddy; my co-host in Pckt Cndy podcast has bailed out on me; my parents are moving in a week to another country… These changes all mark … More Endings bring about new beginnings…
