Candor Creek

Tiny details. About a week ago I was a white, 30-something female with no Halloween decorations, which I'm pretty sure is illegal. I did used to have a really cute stuffed pumpkin in grad school, but I think I lost that to the mold house. Anyway, I seem to be somewhere between Harvestcore and Semi Spoopy Lite - both of which are hilarious because my nerves can't handle anything of a Spoopy nature well and I am so horrifically allergic and reactive to all the natural prettiness of the season. I'm not wholly bereft of the season, however; I seem to naturally manufacture lovely autumnal scenes now in my kitchen with all the squash and baking that happens behind my still-closed windows. A few years ago it was brought to my attention that not many people say "autumn" in my area, while that is my default name for the season. Having moved a lot as a kid I do have a cobbled together dialect and I still get remarks as I move as an adult. I don't mind, but once in a wh...

Another musician on drugs. It's kinda amazing what can happen when you're on (and adjusting) proper medication and are working with a competent and caring psych team that is capable of putting up with your extensive medical issues. I'm aware that most of the people reading this probably don't know that I have any musical hobbies at all save being a proud alto - but my musical inclinations were early and strong. One of my earlier memories is being just under five and figuring out the interlude to "Fool on the Hill" on the little blue recorder I had gotten at Disneyland that day. I grew up in a singing family where we'd put on the tunes and harmonize: Mom took the alto part, my sister took soprano, and I took/figured out the third part. It turned out I had perfect pitch and subsequently taught myself several instruments by ear - none well, but I had good starts. I started writing four part harmonies by high school. I unfortunately learned that these...