It's a beautiful day in Boston, and a good day for this excerpt from my blog essay "Yes, I UnFriended You 'Over Politics." Have a blessed day, Friends. -------------------------------- NOT MY PEOPLE Here's who I simply don't care to know. Greedy people. Mean people. Nasty people. Manipulative people. Selfish people. Hurtful people. Small-minded people. Cheaters. Liars. Thieves. Bullies. Pretenders. Gaslighters. People who …
So we lost my good friend Terence last year. One August night he just quietly died in his sleep. We were all devastated. He was only 54. I can't say enough about how awesome Terence was, and that's both personally and professionally. I knew him a little through the music scene, then in 2007 I hired him at my workplace. He impressed the pants off everybody, was a fast learner and a superb employee. We became friends. We had many friends in…
No, I Do Not Feel Bad About UnFriending
Okay, I've been sitting on this one for years, partially due to the PTSD, troubling lack of focus and struggle with writing in general, and partially due to uncertainty on whether or not I'm even right. But no...I'm right. I was wrong to question myself about this, but first thing first: what do we mean by "over politics" anyway?
In the parlance of our times your "politics"…
On Saturday afternoon, The I Want You opened for the Weisstronauts' annual holiday bash. Joe and I took the opportunity to host a lovely after party. An "after party" that starts around dinnertime? Perfect. These days, that is about my speed. That's not an "aging scenester" thing...yes, I'm aging but even when I was the right age to head out to someone's basement at 3am after band load-out, I didn't. I pr…
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From: Michelle
Date: Sun, Oct 23, 2016 at 7:47 PM
Subject: Birthday
To: Jenny
Today I got you a birthday card. In about 3.5 weeks, I'll forget that I did that. I'll remember the day before your birthday, then I'll search frantically for the card, but won't find it in the "safekeeping" place where I cleverly hid it from myself. I'll find it sometime in December, at which point I'll …
Genine was a high school friend. Brief, bright and deep, that was our love, from about mid-freshmen year to the summer of junior year. I wish I could find my goddamn yearbook so I could see what we wrote into the blurbs on each others' pages at graduation. Was it "remember when we..." and was it promises to keep in better touch? It's things like that you grasp for, when you find out a one-time friend is gone.
These are essays from the Diaryland site. Each will open in a new window. 2001 And Nobody Died from Pop Rocks and Coke The First Time Ever I Saw Your Briefcase
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