A breast cancer murder plot.
It was around mid July. I had N in town staying with me. You might remember him from her first email. I started getting texts from multiple friends that she had sent an email to them. She had unfollowed or blocked everyone I see on a regular basis by this point. I had N check […]
Read MoreIt’s 2023 and Meta just pulled one on Elon Musk by setting up their own version of Twitter. Or X. Whatever. Being an Elon hater, I promptly set up my threads account and made a couple silly posts from my private account with like, 25 followers. I made some twitter jokes. A cage fight comment. […]
Read MoreHave I mentioned that I am a private person on Facebook and IG? I only post to friends and know everyone on my list. I am not remotely an influencer, however “Amy” is. She has a public persona as a food influencer and a large social media following that is public on multiple platforms. AKA, […]
Read MoreIt’s March 2021. We are now a year into the pandemic. All I am doing is traveling and trying to keep sane. I went to Mexico as soon as it opened. Again, with a mask. I sat in a casita on a mango farm with a friend, burning palm tree fronds, battling cockroaches and desperately […]
Read MoreI didn’t want to blaze through this at some rapid speed. Instead I wanted to take the time to really think about each post and then go back and edit later. However now that this is being broadcast, I feel compelled to hurry up and post the rest. Another friend had reached out with the […]
Read MoreI’ve never really been into Twitter, although I dusted off an old account at the start of quarantine and made a few posts. I hadn’t logged into into it a long time by this point but a few weeks after the email exchange I found myself still in the house, in the house bored and […]
Read MoreFair enough. As they say all great things come to an end and I will mourn the loss of your friendship and role in the remainder my life while respecting your decisions. It was by this point I decided I was done. I felt I had made many efforts to sooth over her misgivings and […]
Read MoreI never mocked your memory loss or depression. Not in the least. I said, “As a friend, how can I feel safe with you, when you have made so many abusive statements and not have any accountability around any of them? How do I move past that?” (direct quote) That is not mocking you. That […]
Read MoreI think the word I used was antagonistic referring to childish statements like “oh I’d love to meet your black friends” and calling me an “abusive gaslighter” and mock concern over cancer memory loss and depression. Tallying moments of friendship over the years just seems odd and I can’t explain that one. I mean, of […]
Read MoreThe last emails reek of your white fragility. When BIPOC speak up about racism, white people people accuse them of being “aggressive” and having “an axe to grind”. Of course I’m mad, because now I am so clear on how deep your racism runs. There’s going to be a day, hopefully not too far into […]
Read MoreI’d like to start by saying she gave me full permission to share her emails. This will be mentioned in the further conversations. This is copy and pasted with zero edits aside from names of others. On Fri, Jul 10, 2020 at 12:29 PM Amelia wrote: To be honest I’m not sure where to begin, […]
Read MoreOver the rest of June my neighborhood would show its guts and its glory. The CHOP was formed. It started out so beautiful and educational. Perhaps you’re wondering what Amy was doing during this time? She lived in Flatbush Brooklyn and I’d seen the news about NYC. It was not as spicy as Seattle, as […]
Read MoreIt’s early Covid. I was frantically trying to learn my new job, homeschool a first grader and lastly, learning to be alone as I finally faced the mental and emotional impact of cancer survival. I could no longer keep busy with the gym and a social life. I couldn’t date. My reconstruction surgery in March […]
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Death to Uncle Joey 