At Least They're Committed

Sassy, blond and enigmatic, Tripping Raul could hardly be labeled excited for her Labor Day weekend alone at the Von Bitchen Mansion in a remote area of downtown Denver. She was, in fact, ecstatic. Tawdry novels, chapter writing, hot baths, wine and bad movies were all cued up. Walks in the hills on Saturday, tea… Read more

Please let it rain, God! The clouds are beautiful, but look mildly agitated as opposed to angry. Bah. I can’t talk worth shit. This is why I write. And it makes it worse when people are looking at me while I’m talking. Unless it’s one on one. Or if I’ve been drinking. I am NOT… Read more

It’s DS’s first day of classes at CU Denver and I’m all excited, but then he forwards an email to me he received from the school saying that they didn’t have my information for the Parent Plus loan and I’ve never heard of this loan so then I’m panicked, thinking that there was something extra I had… Read more

It’s Saturday night and I’m totally rocking it! Soloing it on the front porch, shutting out the yappy-ass dog down the street, taking my first sip of cheap rum on ice in belated honor of National Rum Day and taking a break from the bad novel that I swore I wouldn’t read until I’d done some of my own weak research… Read more

A delightful gal where I work said to me yesterday that one of the things she likes about me is my confidence, and it has had me perplexed ever since wondering if pretending to be confident and being confident are the same thing. Read more

Wonderful, beautiful, life enhancing scenarios are playing out around me. My friends are doing well, moving up and on and realizing their dreams in their careers, in their retirement and in their lives. It’s just not possible to feel down when I hear about the exciting new horizons they’re embarking on — things that they’ve worked… Read more