Saturday Morning Post, Vol 38

*Sits down to write blog. Writes a blog. Hates that blog. Decides to write a new blog. Wants to write something but everything circles back to Covid and no one including herself wants to read any more about that. She needs someone to pull her away from ThredUp before she buys more sweaters* Hullo. "These … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol 38

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 37

Hope everyone made it through Friday the 13th, 2020 version. I myself am still in Friday and am seated with a heating pad on my neck because of some whiplash from the Mouse King (The Nutcracker rehearsal collision. It went a bit like this....) (I was the guy in the grey. ) (I'm sorry I … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 37

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 35

(just finished watching the Mandalorian and now watching the British Baking Show. It's a good Friday night) Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve/Halloween/Almost NaNoWriMo. I was thinking back to waaaaay long ago, and I remember sitting on the porch during Trick-or-Treating wearing a cloak and masquerade mask writing....a blog (which is very Bernadette of me. I … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 35

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 34

In the last week or so, I've taken to sitting on the porch in the morning, writing in my notebook. I'm really digging sitting out when the light is still grey, some rain pattering down. The weather has been LOVELY this fall in good old Ohio ("find it here" WHAT ARE WE FINDING HERE??? Cheese … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 34

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 33

"I mean pants are basically a chair that you wear." SOMEONE (me) should really go home instead of shopping for upholstery at the craft store. (I just want to say that the selection was horrendous. All the fabric either looked like it came right out of 2008 or was taken from an old car.) I … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 33

Saturday Morning Post Vol. 32

Let me tell you a story about a writer endlessly wandering her neighborhood. It's the height of the lockdown. April 59th. (Or was it March 33rd?). I feel like I remembering it being warm so it could by May 41st. But also....like I can remember when the lockdown began but not when it actually ended … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post Vol. 32

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 30

You know what I just remembered? Fall is almost here. PUMPKIN PANCAKES. While I'll miss summer, and am not quite excited to see what winter is like in a pandemic (cabin fever anyone????) I'm just sort of here like FALL FALL FALL FALL, if you haven't been able to tell. Fall makes me feel CREATIVE … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 30