Tasher On The Spot

You know you've reached middle-age when all this shit happens:   1. You wake up with dry mouth, a crick in the neck and excruciating pain in your sciatica, after doing NOTHING to cause it.   2. You see a handsome man out in the wild, then, after reflection, you realize you are probably old enough to be their mom. Fuck. 3. You have zit cream and tampons on call...because you never know what the hell your menopausal body chooses to do that day.  4. Your favorite bands you use to scream for are pushing 70. Instead of throwing panties, they may get slapped in the face with Depends.  5. Everything sags and every hair follicle goes grey, including your eyebrows and naughty bits.  6.  When your eyesight becomes so shitty you need to take off your glasses to read anything, and readers when you're wearing contacts.  7. As a divorcee in your 50's, the dating pool is so pathetic you'd rather drown.  8. Your patience for stupid people goes down while your liq...

“Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??” - Jim Morrison I adore this man; his work, his brain, his being. I became obsessed when Oliver Stone's version came out in the 90's. I was working at a movie theater at the time and would sneak away to watch clips of it every chance I got. Val Kilmer WAS the lizard king. Still is in my eyes.  After I moved to Los Angeles in 1994, actually meeting people that knew Jim, my obsession increased. So many L.A. stories to share, and I will...but only if I know if you're there to receive.  The reason for this post is to make sure y'all are with me on this journey. I love creating content, I just hope you enjoy reading. Please comment below, call y...

I haven't blogged in 2 days, Imma slackacracking. Life threw something at me recently and I needed time to process. One true lesson in life is you never know what's going to happen. Let me just reiterate something you've heard a million times already - please tell the people you love that you love them. Often. A close friend of mine went through some serious life altering stuff a week ago, she's still in recovery. The thought of losing her is terrifying. So please, text/call/email your loved ones. We may never get a second chance.  Wow, what a way to liven a blog, Tara!  Meh. So far this year, same shit different day. Endless job searching, ridiculous job interviews (which I detailed in my last blog), starting a new job and all the stressors that come with that, mix in dealing with trivial personal issues that eventually blow up to elephant size problems...it's enough to seriously scar anyones psyche.  BUT...I recently found an amazing soothing remedy, in the form o...

Tasher On The Spot was originally going to be a podcast. Seemed like the trendy thing to do 18 months ago. Apparently it still is. If you blog, of course you have a podcast, duh! So I did my research on platforms, required equipment, created a name, found a logo and drilled fellow writers I personally know about their experiences doing this. I figured I can talk a hell of a lot quicker than I can type, plus it might make the whole communication thing more personal. Hearing my voice. Every week.  Not sure why I thought that was a good idea because when I hear my own voice on a recording, I cringe. We never really sound like what we think we sound like at all, do we? It's like reading the brilliance of Truman Capote, then hearing his actual voice. Shocking! I understood the assignment and did the work. And then it just stalled. Life issues interfered and I never really committed, which is rare for me. Usually if I make up my mind about something, I do it 1,000%. Eventually I figured ...

I can't blog today. I found out some upsetting news about a good friend of mine. I'm struggling to deal with this and don't have the mindset to write. I'm sure you'll understand.    If you could say a prayer and send good vibes, I would appreciate it. 

I've been working since I was 15. My first job was at a diner on the Southside of Chicago near my house called Hamburger Hotline. I bussed tables, brought the customers water, told them the specials of the day blahblahblah. I was up to my elbows in dirty dishes and bored out of my mind, but the waitresses were nice and tipped me well. I only took that job because I wanted spending money for clothes from Limited Express and to buy Duran Duran records.  Yes, the actual vinyl records. That's how fucking old I am.  The only break I took from working is when my kids were first born. I was in a privileged place that allowed me to do so. Otherwise, it was non-stop, and I was ok with that.  I floated through my 20's, 30's and my early 40's. That's when the shift happened. Suddenly the job offers became far and few between. I was told that I'm "too experienced", as if that is a bad thing. I was told they fear I would become bored quickly and probably quit. ...