Mix Tapes: The Buckle and The 8th Floor, 1997 (20 Years Later)

I am going to add to this entry now. When I first wrote it, I was thinking more about The Buckle and writing for a more general audience, even though I was already discussing really personal things. I just didn’t want to get into the details of my hospitalization that followed. I just turned 44….

NO MORE.

no more no more no more no more.  No more living how I want to when we are so desperately poor. No more tattoos as birthday and Christmas gifts; no gifts for me at all.  No trips. No special treats. No piercings. No buying anything for fun, at all, ever. No boxes of hair dye,…

Status: Jobless Migrainosus

In December 2012, John had me convinced in the length of one shift at work that I should quit my job. Leaving that day, had he asked, I would have said, “No way. I need my job, it’s a good job. And we need this money.” I actually did figure out how much I might…