My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce – Thank You

After much thought, I decided this letter belongs as the last entry under My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce heading. It's really more of a morph (non Power Rangers style, though I'd like to be the Pink Power Ranger if I had to choose). In saying that, I'm struggling for the words to open a good-bye...

My Sister Died

In 12 hours from now my sister will sit in a box on a table in front of a room and people will gather to tell stories of her life. I am not going. I wish I could be there but I really don't see any peace in sitting in a room full of strangers...

My Big Fat Life – I’m Single & I Do Not Want Steal Your Husband

Dear Married Women, I do not want your husband. I know this must come as a huge surprise, and perhaps you are clutching your pearls right now while being completely offended that I wouldn't want such a catch, but I really don't. I recently had an experience, again, where a woman wanted me to make...

My Big Fat Life – Maskless People for a Godless Nation

I have no idea when or where the whole mask debate became a debate of faith, but here we are. People in churches demanding to "not forsake the gathering" (which is taken out of context when used that way), demanding that kids go maskless in the schools and how everyone deserves the right to go...

My Big Fat Isolated Life – COVID vs. All The Things

Last summer I sat in my apt. looking out at the insane smoke that blanketed Oregon and told myself that summer 2021 would be so bomb. That I would get outside and do ALL the things that I couldn't do then, and that I would just have SO. MUCH. FUN! Ha. Don't get me wrong...

My Big Fat Life – Common Senseless

I don't know how to even feel about things right now. I barely made it through the last election with all the division and now I have to deal with the mask debates. How do I even begin to cope that there are people I love that are so anti-mask that they are making it...

My Big Fat Life – Dare to Dream

Lately I have been having these insane dreams that play out like a Hunter S. Thompson novel, on a Stephen King set. It's a surreal and bizarre nightmare that plays out over and over, like Groundhog Day all jacked up on some special brownies. I will spare the story because I am pretty certain they...

My Big Fat Life – Attempt 10,2308320391203912

Ever start to write something and then get distracted by your own thoughts, set it aside only to come back later and think "Ugh.. I can't even relate to this thought"? I hope so, otherwise I am alone in my cluttered draft folder. Perhaps I can just go copy and paste all my half written...

My Big Fat Life – One Year Later & COVID

It's been a little over a year since my mom passed. Hard to believe that to be true, but the calendar says it is. COVID has pretty much removed all sense of time for me as I continue to isolate from the rest of the world, like so many others are. Come March 1st, it...

My Big Fat Life – Room #111

Immediate following my mother passing I called family and waited for people to show up. I couldn't stay in the room with her because I wasn't emotionally strong enough. I was there with her as she took her last breath and I just couldn't watch as they cleaned her body and dressed her in the...

My Mom Died – Part Two

Christmas Day came and went much like the previous days filled with Christmas carols piping from Spotify through my phone, with the sound of her oxygen pump carrying on in the background keeping perfect rhythm. It's weird how a room can be so quiet with noise. I don't think I was more aware of this...