Posts by Trish


Halloween is next week and that always puts me in the mood for some kooky spookiness. You too? I have three book recommendations for you … but one of them you should definitely not read if you plan to carry on with your life as you have known it until now. (Seriously. It will fuck your shit up. I’m not kidding.) Let’s start with light and enjoyable and then work our way up to shitting yourself in horror, shall we?...

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Fighting the bad thoughts

Fighting the bad thoughts


Posted By on Oct 18, 2016

I’m sitting in a hospital waiting room. Not much sleep last night and then I got here at 6 AM to meet with my mom’s docs. She’s been in here a week after open heart surgery. She’s getting a pacemaker today and hopefully should be able to go home tomorrow. I’m having bad thoughts today. Not about my mom’s health, because she seems to be doing well. Rather, I’m having bad thoughts about the...

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A report from the “genius belt”


Posted By on Sep 25, 2016

Yesterday was Museum Day Live! That exclamation point is apparently part of the official name of the thing. Although this next one is not! That one was my own. Exclamation points are fun sometimes! (Also mine. And here’s one more!) Why the word “live” was added to the name of this day is beyond me. Does it denote that you have to be alive to visit? Or maybe that you can visit the museums live and in-person, which I...

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Gettin’ old faster than I expected


Posted By on Jul 15, 2016

When I was 38, I worked in an office with a girl who was in her early 20s. Christina would hang out with me and my officemate, Michelle, who was just slightly older than I was. We three girls would be happily chatting away when, invariably, Christina would make some reference indicating that Michelle and I were about a thousand years old. She never did this with malice. Rather, she was pretty matter of fact about it. Like, hey, the...

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Random thoughts for a Sunday morning


Posted By on Jul 10, 2016

Things I’m thinking about this morning … Time Three hundred and sixty-six days ago all of my belongings were brought to this house. That night, six of us slept under the same roof of a house we called “ours” for for the first time. Three hundred and sixty-fix days ago, Joe’s belongings were brought to this house. Later that day, we shuttled the kids off to other locations so we could hurriedly shower and...

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