Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.

I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I was technically his signature. The signer on all his accounts. Because I took care of him. When he wanted to shuffle cash from one card…

Barr deep dive brought from landing page to actual post

Been hearing about all those old AG Barr scandals? Sneak into the archives here. Attorney General William Barr is acting exactly as he should have been expected to act. Reading the archives one could be forgiven for wondering if they’ve accidentally wandered into the mouth of that Black Hole The titles are hyperlinks to the…

The umbilical cord story as screwed up to fictionalize

Silver Sunflowers and Buried Umbilical Cords; Ch. 1 “Your umbilical cord is buried in Albuquerque, New Mexico.”      My dead mother’s words echoed strangely through my bones and into my stomach, where they rattled around, reaching their sonar into my womb and whispering their strange chorus to the little girl growing there. Mom’s ghostly echo was…

STOP.

Turn around. Retrace. Note the path before the breadcrumbs scatter. Then you can take down this idiotic note to yourself that you’ve put up in public because you know it is that important. “It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backward.” Lewis Carroll