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Hello, Hams


It was suggested to me by a wise old woman (very old, like defies numbers old) that I say hello and also a big thank-you to the onslaught of people who landed here from Discover WordPress and beyond. I so appreciate the kind words of support and unity, and for making my blog think it was her golden anniversary or something. Even by Pollyanna’s standards, it was a pretty good day.

I woke up from a sexy dream, much like the one I had about Cool Ranch Doritos, and my day got exponentially better from there. My first real reflection on identity and race was an Editor’s Pick in Discover WordPress, a piece that’s surely To Be Continued. I was offered a great writing opportunity that I can’t talk about yet, but it’s within an awesome community. And the pitch I agonized over all week – which included two crying jags, one husband lecture, and only five hours of sleep – came back and Sweet Jesus, it wasn’t a NO. My original plan was to get rejected, quit writing forever, cut off my hands, and move to a forest cave. Now I have some options. So it’s been a good day for writing adventures! It was even sunny in Seattle, like real sun, the kind that provides Vitamin D and skin cancer.

If you’re new and want to poke around, here’s the Hamlet of Awesome aka the best bloggy bits, either by page views or recommendation. I’m in the middle of doing DoYoReHoBloMo, or, Do You Remember How To Blog Month (coined to perfection by the girl down the street), which is not a thing but we made it a thing by the power of Facebook sarcasm. The point is to blog everyday, use the muscle, then use that muscle to punch the world.

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The Glad Game Is Hard AF


You know when you’re like I’M GONNA DO THIS DIFFICULT THINGΒ and people are all YEAH YEAH GOOD LUCK WITH THAT which makes you fortify your resolve TO DO THE DIFFICULT THING ANYWAY because LIFE IS PRECIOUS, YOU ASSHOLES ET CETERA and then you attempt it and realize you’d rather pour hot worm juice all over your naked body in the middle of Times Square than attempt something that challenging again?

Welcome to The Glad Game.

Pollyanna was an enthusiastic brat to the point where you wanted to break her legs, but at the end of the movie, she loses the ability to use those legs, so it kind of evens out. Trying to embody the same leg-breaking enthusiasm has proven more difficult than I thought, but! here are some good things that have come from this infernal election:

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