Apologies for the lack of posting...I'm not funny right now. I haven't been funny for a while, and some days I wonder if I ever will be again. But history repeats itself in terrible fashion trends ($20 for a hair scrunchie I hated in the 90's? Fuck. No.) and in depressive cycles, so eventually things… Continue reading Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.
Author: Jess
Amateur historian, mythology enthusiast, writer, reader, sarcastic weirdo, cancer survivor. Author of Defying Shadows: For Witches and Pagans Battling Cancer and Chronic Illness.
But…Does this EVER work for them?
Today is a bad day. So, I'm taking a moment to laugh about two horribly inept attempts at interacting I've received recently. Humans are fascinating creatures, you guys. Last month, two friends and my therapist (yes, I have a therapist. I had cancer: OF COURSE I have a therapist) talked me into trying online dating.… Continue reading But…Does this EVER work for them?
Review: Sin Eater by Megan Campisi
I received an ARC of this book for review via NetGalley. If you follow along with my reviews and my blog, you'll know I'm an exceptional sleeper. I am happy to nod off mid-sentence or mid-movie whenever necessary, so it's rare for me to pick up something I'm willing to lose sleep over. I lost… Continue reading Review: Sin Eater by Megan Campisi
This. Is. (not) SPARTA
Yesterday I had a couple recovery milestones worth writing about. I had a "survivorship" appointment with oncology, and all my tests confirm I'm pretty much back to normal (in my case, I suppose abnormal is the correct word but we're talking physically, here, not mentally) other than fatigue/stamina. So other than seeing my oncologist every… Continue reading This. Is. (not) SPARTA
My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
A couple of days ago, I was hanging out with my brothers and sisters and some other dogs, when my super favorite human, Angie, introduced me to an obnoxiously HUGE dog and some weird tall lady. I was pretty nervous: I've only been alive for 11 weeks, and that dog was big and scary looking,… Continue reading My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
Deja Vu Slalom
If you've seen The Matrix (which sadly I can't assume anymore because it's now a movie old enough to drink legally and likely makes me out of touch with pop culture references), you'd say I had a glitch this morning. It's not the first time: I get deja vu regularly, and it's weird every time.… Continue reading Deja Vu Slalom
Of Ants and Corpses
Ok. I know part of home ownership is critter management, and the occasional run-in with THINGS that think it's acceptable behavior to invade/explore/hunt in my house. Please recall my incident last spring with a demon house centipede or ALL THE WASPY GOODNESS earlier this summer. The ants. You guys. The ants. Sometimes I think if… Continue reading Of Ants and Corpses
Vacation and Indignities
This isn't a real post...just a quick update because I haven't posted for a while. To be honest, I haven't had much that's terribly interesting to write about. The last two weeks have been a series of naps punctuated by lake time, inappropriate shopping, work, and surgery (in that order). I took an excellent socially… Continue reading Vacation and Indignities
Sunday is for Self-Care
Ragnar, contemptuous of fAngus's wrath, naps belly-up I did not nap today. I'd like to - radiation tired is still a thing in my house right now. But I had deadlines. Writing group is on Sunday afternoons, and I've been terribly behind in both my feedback AND my next submission. I ate way too many… Continue reading Sunday is for Self-Care
Thus Ends Frankenboob
Today was my last day of radiation therapy. As promised, it was significantly easier than chemo, but I'm not normal either. Well, that's a stupid turn of phrase for me...I'm never normal. Um...it's not as easy as no treatment, let's go with that. The first 2.5 weeks were deceptively easy with only a weird reverse… Continue reading Thus Ends Frankenboob
No Pithy Phrase 