The world these days changes so rapidly. Pandemics and civil unrest in the macrocosm; the year is more than half over now, and we're still in the center of a global health crisis. George Floyd didn't make it to the six-month mark, but his horrible death created a firestorm that spurred nationwide conversation about racism …
Black Lives Matter
I wrote this blog post four times, and none of it felt right. Here's try number five. Black lives matter. Yes, all lives matter, Darla, but that's not what this means. It's not asking for more. It's asking for EQUAL. Black lives matter, TOO. Some people, Darla, don't seem to realize that, so they need …
Nothing to See Here… No Freewrites for Me.
I busted out my AlphaSmart a couple of days ago when, in a fit of claustrophobic anxiety, I almost made the ridiculous purchase of a Freewrite. In case you aren't aware, a Freewrite (previously called a Hemingwrite and changed because.... reasons) is basically a digital word processor with an analog feel that costs about $500. …
“Normalcy” is an 8-Letter Word.
So I've been to my office twice in the past... *looks at calendar* three weeks. Working from home otherwise. We have a new dog in our house, a little bit of cabin fever, and so far *knocks on wood* no COVID-19. Practicing law remotely is strange. I can't explain why; most of what I do …
Social Distancing Day 7: Harder Than I Thought.
So I haven't written in a while. The last time I wrote, there was no apocalypse, and now there is. Surprise! I started to feel like I had a cold on March 15 (BEWARE THE IDES) but I went to work on Monday. That was before everything went into complete lockdown, but it was already …
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Philly? Or San Diego? In Which Beck Questions the Weather and Tries to Enjoy Herself
It's 65 degrees outside. On January 12. This means that soon - probably within the next couple of weeks - the weather will turn hateful. It's supposed to be in the 30s right now, not the 60s. This is Philly, not California. I grew up in the metro Detroit area, and I am no stranger …
Gratitude and Genocide
Thanksgiving was nearly a week ago now, so I feel like it's just a little too late to address it, and that's precisely how I do things. I'm of two minds about Thanksgiving. The minds are thus: It's rooted in colonialism and genocide, as most people know. We came, we saw, we ate their food, …
Sunday Night Fuckery
So my internal clock is all messed up due to Daylight Savings Time. It's 9:30 PM, but it feels like 10:30, so instead of being fairly awake, I have insomnia. You didn't think that's what I'd say! Two for flinching. I don't actually have insomnia, I don't think. I think if I were to get …
The Autumn of Discontent
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
The Summer of Dying
Summer is supposed to be a time of life and youth and fun and sun and vacations and all that shit, but for me, it was the Summer of Dying. Some stuff happened that I won't get into here, but that was compounded when my car got rear-ended and my house was damaged by the …
