Author Archives: F. Theresa Gillard

“John’s Daddy was a firm believer in the afterlife. It was all that kept him going. There had to be some reason, some make-up for all of the bullshit that life threw at you. Why some assholes lived to be 90 and the most angelic people died horrible deaths at seemingly the threshold of their […]

Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard F. Theresa’s abused doormat. “You guys must be so tired of hearing about my housing escapades but, I tell you, it just keeps getting better. Seriously, I couldn’t make this stuff up. So, come to find out the lady downstairs is a wee bit beyond insane. Nothing strange […]

“Honestly, if you’ve never taken your BGC on a road trip, then you really haven’t driven. There’s nothing like a 700—1,000 mile road trip. My BGC floated through those NY, PA, MD, WV, VA, and NC-to-SC miles like southbound cirrus clouds gliding swiftly towards serenity.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard BOSTON […]

“I think we can go ahead and blame Google for providing faster-than-light info, and Facebook for inculcating most people’s grandiose self-predications. And Instagram & Twitter? No comment. So, nothing is a secret and everyone is out there. Great.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. Theresa Gillard BOSTON Massachusetts—(Weekly Hubris)—9/14/2015—OK, my trusty readers (and other […]

“I am dog tired. Enough is enough. I walk back over to the carousel and wait for the luggage that may never come. I’m quite sure that this is due to our late arrival. There’s probably all of one person working back there. At long last, the carousel cranks up and there’s a collective sigh. […]

“I have no answers. Death is elusive; it remains darkly veiled. Yet, I challenge death. We all do. We challenge death by continuing to live. Some of us fighting as though hell is lapping at our shores. Others vaguely swatting at death as though it’s a drunken gnat.”—F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus By F. […]

“What my MS diagnosis did was broaden my ‘inquisitive excursions.’ It’s an integral part of my nature to seek answers. Like, when I was a pre-schooler and my mom wanted me to believe that a strange man in a red and white suit skipped around from house to house in a sleigh with flying reindeer […]

“We’re here in New York—in awe. And, you know, it is so not the first time for either of us. We’ve both been to NYC countless times, not to mention that my aunt lived with her sister in the Bronx and worked in NY eons ago. Yet, NYC has this way of shocking the crap […]

“In a sense, I am resurrecting my articles with this latest posting: I’ve been gone a looong time from Weekly Hubris. So, possibly, there are some inanimate objects or concepts safe to bring back to life. I hope you’re in agreement. It is about to be Easter, after all.” F. Theresa Gillard Status: Quo Minus […]

“My heart was broken again recently with the passing of my Xerxes. I lost him to kidney failure. Xerxes, a Balinese cat, was a gift. I got him when he was around eight weeks old. He looked like a scrawny stick of a cat with a pointy, rat-like snout. He was gorgeous to me. He […]