April 8, I arrived perky early, one might even say excited(!) to the Allen Police Department to get my first Moderna vaccine. It was so entertaining to be at a police station and not be in any trouble, you know? (kidding, mom, husband …I’ll talk to the rest of you later).
One stop shop — don’t even exit your car! Like the Chikfila line. Sure, I got lost briefly on my way there, but that’s almost to be expected. Ask literally anyone who knows me.
Found the line by my assigned time, drove through the I must admit well set…
Women bear the period, tampons, pill, pregnancy, and delivery, but menopause takes the cake. (And cruelly gives us cravings to eat the cake at midnight.)
Fuck you. Now that we’ve got that out of the way. Not to point fingers, but my temper, remember, is your fucking fault. Okay?
What the fuck, man? Chin hair? Hair on my actual chin that requires actual plucking? When my hands are rage shaking for no discernable reason? Rude. Uncouth. Uncalled for.
A neon-colored vest with POLICE in white letters over the regular dark security getup. Hands beckon forward authoritatively or held in a STOP! -you’re-not-going-anywhere-yet! position. Rain or shine, snow or wind, in the thick of it, directing school parking, in charge of which SUV goes where, and I imagine — though of course I’m speculating — this part of the job is thankless. Parents driving poorly, distracted by phone, kid, dog, life, and/or take-your-pick-combination.
[POST #5 IN MY MEDIUM EXPERIMENT! Last one, so tabulated results and musings soon to follow! If you know, you know. If not, check out my. MEDIUM POST #1 GET MORE FREAKING FOLLOWERS ON MEDUM, Y’ALL! and then you’ll be in the club.]
My identities beat the shit out of each other. Am I a writer or am I a mother? Do I have a color-coded calendar? Have I finished the laundry? Do I know what’s for dinner? Is my ADD so appallingly rampant I’m inhaling FaceBook meaning to stop and can’t? Concocting the perfect articulate answer to a mental…
[**BLOG POST #3 IN MY MEDIUM EXPERIMENT that should really be #4 but who’s counting?]
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” — Anne Lamott
Whether it be a blog post or a memoir, the complication/exception/confusion on the ‘shoulda behaved better’ rule, to me, is writing about one’s children. …
Good for you! And thanks for the recent follow! Don't let the workaday steal your life--you only get one.😊. Instead of spending your time commuting, you can be hustling from home for your next job. How's it working for you so far? Let us know how it's going! Best of luck.
Dear Offended Pelotoner — got your mellow harshed from a picture acknowledging a landmark court decision to at long last hold a white police officer accountable for murdering a Black man?
I read your comments, I think I get it:
· I just come here to ride! This is where I come to escape the world!
· C’mon admin, get this nonsense off this page! This page isn’t for politics!
· I thought this was about getting our sweat on!
Just a Medium writer finding her readers one little post at a time.
On March 24, I hadn’t written since January 27. My Medium profile needed emergency CPR or at least a little TLC.
The experiment was simple: post once a day for 5 days to see the effect: # of reads, followers, comments, claps, and most importantly, if posting everyday made more people visit my profile in general due to consistency.
Here’s what I said in my first post:
“If I want to get paid for my writing — and I do, I must — I need to find…