My thoughts on Life, Writing, Hollywood, Children, My Neighbors, Love & Growing Up
'Hi' she says musically peeking from behind a corner with a mixture of mischief, apologies and trepidation. I know, I know - I ghosted you like a loser who snuck out the window in the middle of the night but is that a 2020 way to end the year or what? C'mon, you've let worse... Continue Reading →
It's Sundurday Octember eleventy-five in the year of the 12th circle of hell. Please direct me to where I can submit my resignation. I've been on this ride for almost 10 months - I have vertigo, dejavu, symptoms of mild depression, characteristics of a sloth and what some might call an (insert air quotes here)... Continue Reading →
While everyone else is fighting about masks and creating avatars, I'm at the 'I watched The Shining for the first time by myself on a Sunday afternoon' portion of my quarantine. (please send help) Meanwhile, my neighbor is at the 'I was doing yoga and my elbow popped out of socket' section of her pandemic. ... Continue Reading →
Well well well - just when I thought everybody was out of control just enough, enter MURDER HORNETS! Cause cicadas weren't enough. No, no. That's too biblical, they said. We need something a little more modern, a little more sexy. Viola murder hornets. Maybe landsharks and sharknados aren't such crazy concepts afterall. There really isn't... Continue Reading →
How is everyone holding up out there? We doing ok? You shaved your head yet? Figure out what anyone is talking about? Everyone good on tissue products? STILL haven't bought TP by the way. Couldn't even if I wanted to because some of your friends are (said in a whisper) batshit crazy. I was laying... Continue Reading →
I am Jennifer. First born daughter of James. Queen of Quarantine & the Blue Mountains. The Puzzler. Destructor of plants. Dweller of the batcave. Seamstress for the Band. Keeper of the House of Whiteclaw. ...man that makes me sound so cool when really I'm just a borderline alcoholic who lives in a dim-lit studio... Continue Reading →
Well it's happened. I am living my nightmare, starring in my own horror film. Something I never thought possible. (sigh) I didn't have a single sip of alcohol on St. Patrick's Day. I'm a failure to myself, my family and all of Ireland. I feel shame. I don't even know who I am anymore. This... Continue Reading →
**RETROSPECTACULAR** 