Happy Haunted Holidays

My dearest chain clanking misers: Happy Holidays! I am writing to you from the sub-Arctic region of Chicago, Illinois, where it is currently TEN FUCKING DEGREES. My poor defenseless California body is not handling it. I tried to go for a walk when it was a mere TWENTY...

A Pox on Me

My dearest odd ducks: I have writers’ block. Everyone gets this, right? Especially those of us with executive function issues who procrastinate and drag out the simplest fucking tasks and make everything harder for ourselves. I have now started three newsletters and...

Spooky Watching

My dearest children in the attic, Happy Spooky Season!!! October is finally here, and I can blend in with the rest of the normies. If you come to my house and see a skeleton hand on the dining room table – Halloween decoration! A taxidermied rat paw in my...

A Very Royal Funeral

My Dearest Princes in the Tower: We are talking ROYAL FUNERALS this week. You want the minutiae of British imperial death protocol, and I am here to deliver it to you.  I love a state funeral. Not because someone died – that would be shitty – but because...

Weekly Roundup

My dearest will o the wisps: I understand that most of this country is suffering from a heat wave? Here in the sub-Arctic San Francisco summer of fog, we haven’t broken 65 so I can’t relate. Some nights this shit is truly gothic: it’s damp and misty and the foghorns...

The Bones of Plymouth

My dearest dissenters: Happy Summer! Are you enjoying your allotment of one week of va/stay-cation? Did you pay $800 for a tank of gas to drive into the wilderness and roast hot dogs over a fire, or did you pay $8000 for a Southwest flight to the theme park of your...