What Even Is This Place? For all its glitz and glamour, the last time I was in Las Vegas in summer 2024, the most bang I got for my buck was a virtual reality ride at a mall. We had driven in from Arizona on the Sinisterhood Full Moon Energy tour, stopping briefly at a … Continue reading The Bagans Chronicles

I make more than my fair share of mistakes on the air. As a recovering perfectionist/lawyer, it used to haunt me. Now I realize I can’t know everything, and even all that I do know doesn’t always come out just right. Yes, I know Neptune is a planet. Canadian coins are called loonies and toonies … Continue reading This Bloody Spectacle

The other day, I needed something, and without even knowing it @28lesbian on tumblr delivered. I wasn’t even on tumblr when I saw it, in fact. I saw it how I saw a lot of stuff I see online - in my feed on Instagram. Now, I am happy to give credit where credit is … Continue reading Laundry, Barely

This week, Paris’s grandmother died. She was 90 years old and had been diagnosed with Stage IV liver cancer just a few weeks ago.  I hate to say she “lost the battle” with cancer because that necessarily creates the dichotomy of winners and losers. Is sticking around here a real prize? The true prize is … Continue reading Where You’re From

I’m hurtling through space at a couple hundred miles per hour somewhere over Mississippi. I’m in the last row of first class on an airplane not much larger than a Dodge Caravan. Christie and I are flying home from traveling for the podcast. She’s back in steerage, and I’d be sitting right beside her, but … Continue reading Curiouser and Curiouser

I pulled a knife out of my mailbox this week. To be clear, it wasn’t a threat. I was expecting this knife. It came in a white padded envelope all the way from Huntersville, North Carolina. A woman named McKenzie texted me earlier in the week to tell me that my knife was on its … Continue reading A Sense of Security

I write stuff all the time and put it all over the place. Blogs, Facebook, Twitter, Medium, and notes for the podcast. Plus my Morning Pages which no one even reads. The other day, I asked myself, Why do I write? Who is this for? Why do we do any creative endeavor? Because we feel compelled to. Plus, at least for me, … Continue reading Starting New Stuff