Under the blankets, beside a soft sea of stuffed animals I sit in bed in the room I grew up in. Across from me is a print of Van Gogh’s bedroom in Arles, a batik wall hanging in a rainbow of indigoes, a 2018 Yoga Cats calendar that no one claimed, and two mirrors. A…
Half-life, Half-love, Half
This title came to me last night as I climbed into bed wearing the pink and raspberry coloured sweater I had on all day, my busted- up PJ bottoms (which I ‘brought in’ about an inch with a Frankenstein stich on one side because they kept falling down; but now they have a sideways smile…
Part 1, Take 3: The Hourglass
"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives" is the tag line for Days of Our Lives, one of the longest running American daytime soap operas (c.1965-present). The term "soap opera" originated from radio dramas that were sponsored by soap manufacturers, so interesting. These shows were central to my understanding of popular…
Part 1, Take 2: Bees & Bumble
This is the second of three installments of the Introduction of the book-to-be: Sticky, Sexy, Sad: My Five Months Inside the Bumble Hive. I love history and learning about not only the very recent history of Bumble, but also the long and complex story of bees was so interesting! At first I thought that the…
The Women of Terminal 3
I’ve always been fascinated by people who work at the airport. The same is true of industrial parks, those lone spaces on the edge of the city. Airports are like that, located just beyond the usual urban spaces most of us are familiar with. How do airport employees get to work? Where do they live?…
An ode to the uncertain
Last night I watched two movies about men whose lives were on the brink of failure and being lived with much confusion about how to be in the world in ways that don’t hurt others or themselves. One was Burnt with Bradley Cooper and Sienna Miller. Although the storyline of an incredible talent who burned…
Bus stop patriarchy
I had such a nice morning: time with my cat Shiva, a few sweet emails to read, and my usual quick whir of getting dressed, face washed, smoothie made, and out the door. I made it to the bus stop before the #2 arrived with a few moments to kill, perfect timing. I even found…
Part 1, Take 1: Into the Hive
This blog is primarily a space to document, share, and make sense of my dating app experiences on the Bumble platform. I'm in the process of writing a memoir about my five months inside the Bumble hive and trying to get noticed by a publisher and/or literary agent. No dice so far, lady is not…
Unpacking the crab
It’s only 11 am and I have lost track of the number of things that have made me mad. While trying to do my environmental duty and not just wash (with as little water as possible) the pickle jar but peel off the label I became instantly furious- small ‘f’ mind you, but angry nonetheless.…
Bread and roses.
The tensions have been building for weeks and the idea of a strike went from something we registered our support for on a survey to a reality that may be less than 24 hours away. I’ve calculated more than once the monthly return for strike pay, which is $2,500 if I put in twenty shifts…
Sticky, Sexy, Sad 