It’s Thrift Store Monday ya’ll, the series where I get rich off the thrift store. Backstory: we’ve moved into our new house, and there’s a space on the deck for the hot tub I’ve always dreamed of having. Except we’re not loaded. So in conjuction with “Thrift Store Monday,” I’ve decided I’m going to “Hustle … More Thrift Store Monday #003
I’m back. I always come back. We spent the last month buying a new, larger home, and moving. Hooray. That will be the only excitement you’ll get from me. I revisited the writing I did when we bought our prior house, a decade ago, as first-time homeowners. I was young, excited, and chipper as fuck … More Home, Once We Were
So I wrote this, not to brag — because there’s nothing to brag about. But to perhaps inspire or encourage someone to keep hustling, keep writing, keep doing. This is my timeline. There are many like it, but this one is mine. 1980. Born. This is where I’m supposed to say something generic about how … More Look Out Literary World: A Time Line of Being a Writer
It was middle school. It was the science fair. And it was mandatory. I need to go on record with this one. Just to clarify what the fuck I was thinking. Not that anyone remembers or cares. Except I imagine myself perched on a velvet throne chair in the memory of a teacher somewhere, some grizzled … More My Science Fair Project, Explained. Years Later.
This weekend, I went to a huge indoor toy collector show at the state fairgrounds. My relationship to collecting has changed greatly over the last few years. As long time readers will remember, this blog used to heavily feature collecting and my thoughts on the acquired objects. What changed? Only everything. We had two kids. … More I Went to a Toy Collector Show. Here is the Play by Play.