Behold! This is the short bio that will appear beneath the posts! I should probably update this to reflect my accomplishments and writing goals but I won't be doing that today. I don't know why my photo isn't showing up. I promise I am not a gingerbread cookie cutout.
:: waves ::
I'm glad you're here.
(That title sounds like a Deathcab for Cutie album. It is not.) It has gotten to the point where I know certain podcast host voices by heart. They have me by the ear bones. (I am fascinated by the teeny, tiny bones in our ears. There’s the malleus, the incus,…
Oh hey — how have you been? I learned to knit two weeks ago. I learned to purl last week. I did not know these were two different things. This week, I’m both knitting and purling in an alternating pattern, and it is humbling. I am restarting projects like they’re…
It’s been forty years since I was diagnosed with diabetes. I can’t believe that’s a sentence I get to write. I remember a blogger event I went to over twenty years ago, one of the first events where diabetes bloggers were gathered together to meet one another in real life.…
in unpaid partnership with Sir Robert James Graves Symptoms were so subtle at first that I explained them away with ease. Waking up at 3 am and staying awake for an hour or two? Must be perimenopause. Noticing some hair shedding? Let’s blame perimenopause for that shit, too. Huh, it…
I’ve been making this bullet list for over a week, popping into the Notes document that I keep open and plain-texting myself some syllables. Served to you with a side of green beans sautéed in garlic and butter. Summer snuck up on me, but I should have seen it coming.…
Earlier this week, I was searching for an old post from Six Until Me, the one where I first used “rage bolus.” (I eventually found it in my hard drive archives, back from October 2005. Posted it again here.) I wrote so much back then. Like goofy amounts. Effortlessly. As soon…
Back in October of 2005, I wrote about “rage bolusing” for the first time. It was a post on my first Blogspot blog (that has since been taken down). The term, for better or for worse, has permeated the DOC and is now part of the diabetes jargon. So I’m…
“Whatcha been up to?” “Oh, not much. Little of this, little of that.” “How’s the diabetes going?” “The diabetes? I still have it.” Rueful laughter from both of us. Which is confusing, since both are me. “So not cured yet?” “Nope, but I keep looking up islet cell transplants as if…
