My past weekend was... a lot. I... -closed a show on Sunday night (Dracula, a bloody good time) -attended a funeral -officiated another funeral -and was formally installed as the Affiliated Community Minister of my congregation. On Monday, I went straight into tech week for the next show. In the middle of all this, I’m…
I Still Have to Clean the Kitchen….
Well, It's 2:11 PM.... I Guess We're All Still Here.... So, today was the day. According to a particularly loud corner of the internet, the sky was supposed to part, trumpets were to sound, and the faithful were to be whisked away, leaving the rest of us behind with their empty cars idling on the…
Skinned Knees and Open Hearts
The 1980s. Remember those days? The sun-drenched, unsupervised expanses of a Gen X childhood. We roamed free, fueled by garden hose water and a healthy disregard for tetanus. Skinned knees were treated with a dirt poultice and a shrug. Sunscreen was for wimps. And feelings? Well, feelings were best kept under wraps, thank you very…
The Tyranny of Forever
Have you ever stumbled upon an old journal entry and felt an immediate, full-body cringe? A desperate urge to travel back in time, grab your younger self by the shoulders, and say, "For the love of all that is good, that poet-sleeve blouse is a terrible idea"? I had one of those the other day…
On the Altar of an Iceberg
There are places on Earth that don't just exist on a map, but resonate with the deepest chambers of your being and the longing for that place beats in the ddepths of your very soul. For me, that place is Newfoundland. I am, once again, lucky enough to spend some time on these rugged, breathtaking…
Chronically Extra
Last Friday, I was living my best life, hosting our congregation's very first drag show. I looked FABULOUS. My makeup was gagging. My hair was hairing. And I was, yet again, draped in a cloud of Betsy Johnson designed baby pink tulle and pastel rainbow crinolines – yes, my wedding dress made yet another real…
I Really COULD Care Less
Yeah, I know. The phrase is I really COULDN'T care less. I get it. It's a grammatical pet peeve of mine too. The "typo" is intentional. Believe me, there really ARE times when you could care less than you do. I've been learning that lesson for the past year or so. About a year ago…
The Sorry, Not Sorry – A Rant
Well, look at me, Little Mx. Once-A-Week Blogger, suddenly feeling the urge to unleash another torrent of unsolicited opinions upon the internet. Apparently, my usual quota of simmering discontent has boiled over, and frankly, the world (or at least my tiny corner of it) has been serving up a veritable smorgasbord of "are you freaking…
The Unbearable Necessity of Zuckerberg’s Wasteland
Right. Let's just get this over with. Guess who crawled back to Zuckerberg this morning..... Against my better judgment, and with a level of profound irritation I usually reserve for politicians explaining tax cuts for the obscenely wealthy, I am reactivating my Facebook account. For those of you who followed my rather pointed departure back…
Send the Fire
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I was 19 years old and in a ska band. Once upon a time, I played horn in a ska band called Five Bucks Short. Once upon a time, I played horn in a Christian Ska Band called Five Bucks Short, and it was our mission…
VoyagersHeart 