It me.

I’m written out. I’ll be spending the month of July drawing or painting my depression and sharing my really very quite good art on here and every other social media platform. Share yours if you feel so inspired.

I’ve never been very good at protecting my own privacy. My long-acknowledged and most recognizable commodities are interjecting unwanted opinions and oversharing, often at the same time. Those qualities have not improved since I started blogging on a sporadic basis. Somehow, though, in the midst of this last round of…

With no way of gauging accuracy, I’d guestimate that 90 percent of my acquaintances don’t know I’ve struggled with major depression and acute anxiety for the last decade or so. On good days, of which I have many, I’m a tightly clenched fistful of bravado and a tinder keg full of opinions. I’m loud. I laugh a lot. I’ll…

Last night was the first time I’ve ever called a suicide prevention hotline.

Last week Erin Andrews was awarded $55 million of the $75 million civil lawsuit she filed against a stalker who secretly recorded her naked body as she stayed at a Nashville Marriott hotel; the owner of the hotel was also included in the suit. As the sportscaster openly wept during the retelling of her experience, an…

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Tomorrow, before the turkey and the stuffing and the pecan pie and the noodles and the green beans and the cranberry sauce and the mashed potatoes, as you sit at the heavily-laden table with your loved ones and your sometimes-loved ones and weird Aunt Pat, when you start grasping at empty air in the hopes of coming up…

In April, several months before Rachel Dolezal became head jester of racial appropriation court, Rush Limbaugh called celebrated black image activist and feminist Michaela Angela Davis, “a mixed-race little orphan Annie.” The statement was shockingly ugly, a blatant reminder from the court’s self-appointed king that,…

It’s sometime before dawn – zero dark thirty, in battlefield parlance. The air smells of burning tires, rotting garbage and gunpowder. Four soldiers flank a hotel entrance and hear the faint sound of a radio playing a pop song on the other side. On three, they break the door down and rush in. Bright flashes blind…

Fucking don’t.

Part 1.

Did you know that the US and Russian sections of the International Space Station have long used separate water purification systems? It’s due to a dispute reaching back to the 80s over best water filtration practices. But, Bloomberg reports that a more pressing difference in the two sections’ processes centers around…

Part 1.

A few weeks after I’d been unceremoniously fired from a temp job working at the Metropolitan Washington Airports Authority (MWAA), I found a job working for an event planner who lived on my street. In MWAA’s defense, I’d so vociferously trash talked the organization while working there, they had no other recourse than…

A few years ago, when I was underemployed and working for a chain-smoking 63-year old woman who, at the end of my first day as a full time employee, asked me if I “knew what the fuck I was doing,” (hint: I did not) I wrote something dumb about the evils of romantic comedies. It was “published” on a website created by…

While the brass in Washington continue to bicker over the consequences of allowing vaginas into open combat roles, two women have quietly completed the second, creatively-titled “Mountain Phase” of Army Ranger School. A third female soldier will have the opportunity to start the course again, a process known as…

I suggested Ginuwine’s, “In Those Jeans,” and I’m damn proud of that.

I heard this episode of Invisibilia months ago, but today is a glum day. And therefore it seems appropriate to revisit Simon Rich’s depressing as fuck/hilarious story:

On this day in 1971, President Richard Nixon, to the complete surprise of the American public, announced that he would be visiting communist China in 1972. It was an abrupt, about-face departure from a stance the vehemently anti-communist Nixon had campaigned upon. But the lost lives and political costs of the Vietnam…