Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 8, 2025
There is no love stronger than the love a young son has for his father when the boy wants to stay up late.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 1, 2025
Priorities are terrible at taking turns.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 25, 2025
Just because life’s happenings don’t fit into your presumed narrative, doesn’t mean you should villainize people. Life doesn’t care about your narrative. Heed the advice a therapist once told me: “Stop scripting the future. You cannot control everyone or everything, only yourself.”
On Turning 46 | Removing Gravity
Things had been heavy. The weight of failure, the weight of doubt, the weight of responsibility, the weight of disappointment, the weight of guilt, the weight of anger, the weight of annoyance. The weight of the blankets I tried to hide under. So much gravity. But this year has been a year of removing that gravity. I welcome this forty-sixth birthday with open arms and the bearable weight of still being alive and what I’ve managed to learn in the last three hundred and sixty-five days.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 18, 2025
When that India-Pakistan war began, Americans were pretty quiet. No flags, no protests like we had with the Ukraine-Russia war. Why? It can’t be for a lack of Americans being affected by it. There are ~680,000 Pakistani-Americans and ~4.8 million Indian-Americans living in the United States. A greater chunk of the population than the ~1 million Ukranian-Americans living here. So, why no fuss? The only explanation is American Racism. Americans don’t like Indians or Pakistanis. Simple as that.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 11, 2025
Sacred cows are just meat yet to be slaughtered.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 4, 2025
I wonder how long it’ll take this Southside Chicago Catholic pope to sell of the Vatican’s parking meters.
A Non-denominational Jew Weighs in on the Conclave and Catholic Leadership
Fr. Fred came off more as a hippie than a priest. He wore the collar, but other than that, you never would have guessed he was a man of the cloth. He was a small man, cute, even. His office was adorned with macramé plant holders and beanbag chairs and quilts. It felt like a new-age birthing center without the feminists.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 27, 2025
Acknowledging when you fuck up is as important as acknowledging when someone else fucks up. Difference is, you should be harder on yourself than you are on them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 20, 2025
Between the Blue Origin Failure of Feminism and JD Vance killing Pope Francis, I have not loved the internet this much since 1997 when I learned I could use it to find photos of a topless Cameron Diaz.
A Family Business the Murdochs and the Partridges Could Only Dream of
Since my brothers and I no longer fight on a weekly basis like bony Gallagher Brothers, and we’ve moved past our Mommy and Daddy Issues, I’m at a point where I think the Himmels should once again, come together and strike out on our own. The parts and people are already in place.
We’ll call it Himmel Family Planning. “The family built to help you build your family!” We have an expert to help facilitate and elevate every stage of the family lifecycle.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 13, 2025
Caryn is a much different person than Karen.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2025
I had a boy dog who peed like a girl dog. I now have a girl dog who pees like a boy dog. Gender is fluid. Just like pee.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 30, 2025
Truly unique people are rarely celebrated until after they’ve died and can no longer disrupt the careful choreography of coolness.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 23, 2025
Emotions are the greatest challenge we face as a people. Sociopaths have it easy.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 16, 2025
The descent to hell is easy when the road is paved with alcoholic tolerance.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 9, 2025
A Montessori education is child-led and parents shamed. And judging by the classroom toys and décor, it’s an education opposed to color and joy.
She’s Not My Type, but She’s Totally My Type
She probably has a twenty-something daughter. Her daughter is stupid hot. A spitting image of mom twenty years ago. She was a teen mom. Divorced. Never remarried. Has had the same boyfriend for fifteen years. He’s a UPS driver or a dock worker. She can change a tire but can’t tie a tie. She definitely snuck backstage and blew the Puddle of Mud frontman. She got a butterfly tattoo a week after her dad died because, “life’s transitions.” She loves Adam Sandler films and the poetry of Mary Oliver.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 2, 2025
There’s no S in “Daylight Saving.” But there is one in “You’re all idiots.” Why is this so hard for people?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 23, 2025
Is it misogyny that I get nervous speaking to women who are taller than me? Because I feel the same way when that person—of any sex or gender—is younger than me. So, am I an ageist-misogynist? Or am I just self-conscious about my very dull, very average height?
...that if being a prostitute is just ‘sex work’ then why is it awkward if your manager at the local Starbucks offers you a raise for a blow job? It’s just work, right? “I’ll have a Chai Latte and a rim job. I’ll keep the tip.”