Feisty Quill
Today I am fury. I don’t feel fury. I am not furious. I fucking am fury! Today my Mom is still dead, Day 32, and I hate God. That is to say, I would hate God, if I believed in him—or her—or them, which actually makes the most sense if you think about it, […]
Feisty Quill rides the waves of grief, and she’ll show YOU how to do it, too.
“Didn’t anybody ever tell you, Annie? When you dance you pay the man who plays the tune?” Larry Gatlin, 1973 Penny Annie was a Larry Gatlin song from the 1973 album “The Pilgrim.” I remember dancing to it, over and over, both when I was quite new on this earth and later, when I was […]
Feisty looks at the origin of the Friday 13th superstition, shows a mean video, and goes on socially aware, yet simultaneously sexist rant.
Feisty Quill writes some poetry. A box is a poor substitute for a dog.
Enough is as much as a feast for a fool. Why more is not always better.
Feisty gives tips for cleaning, playing the air drums, and living through these crazy times.
I wrote this three weeks ago (ish), so you can quite reasonably assume all the numbers to follow are much higher. Bigger. More, is what I’m saying… It’s amazing! It’s splendid! There is, apparently, no such thing as Covid in San Diego. Well, sure, there IS Covid, but nobody actually DIES from Covid. At least […]
Feisty shares the importance of New Year’s resolutions (not) and why they are usually nonsense.
Feisty explores the challenges of Covid, gets drunk, and refuses to put broccoli on pizza. The rebel!