Moj
Mueller
Women, Sex, Power, Love, Men, Politics & Narrative Reframing
The Author
WRITER, FORMER ACTRESS, LIBRARIAN, WAITRESS, HOSTESS, coat check girl (@ Studio 54, no less), landlord and local politician (yup, all of those, and not in order of importance, among other occasional occupations), Moj Miller – a.k.a. Prunella Porter – lives in rural upstate New York with … read more
The “First Time” Project
EVERYONE REMEMBERS THEIR FIRST TIME, RIGHT? Loving, traumatic, quick, painful, joyous, funny, violent, drunken, stone cold sober, silly, too young, too old, overdue, in a truck, a car, a field, a motel room, the marriage bed… read more
The Posts
Absence
I visited the place where we last met.Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;There was no sign that anything had endedAnd nothing to instruct me to forget. The thoughtless birds that shook out of the...
The King!
Kathy, an accounting major from Buffalo, lived down the hall from me freshman year at Syracuse. She worshipped Elvis. As a high school graduation present, she had travelled from her home in the Bills' city to Rochester, N.Y. in May of 1977 to see Elvis in person, in...
Country Living: Critters!!
In NYC, there were and are, of course, mice and cockroaches and - in the subway - rats, as well as raccoons in Central Park (so chubby, the happy little garbage diggers) - but in rural life, real rural living, the critterage is at a whole new level. My present house...
All My Life
I have not posted enough pictures of Diego of late, because I am not taking as many as I did, for a variety of reasons, chief among them is that I love looking at my handsome boy, but grabbing the phone to memorialize him? Must I? And of late, my favorite thing has...
Eric Swalwell, & the Art & Science of Nobody
*How many times have I had the exact experience outlined below by Rebecca Solnit - that of being a nobody in the situation, a woman whose lived experience does not matter because there is no man to witness and confirm it, or because the experience - bad - was at the...
RIP Steven J.T.?
Oh dear, another one bites the dust and I am left wondering how to react, respond, should anyone bring up SJ's recent demise, which - small town - it is inevitable that they will do. And, they did. Did you hear, did you see? Such a youngish man, relatively speaking....
Lord Byron
There are four questions of value in life..What is sacred?Of what is the spirit made?What is worth living for, andwhat is worth dying for?The answer to each is same.Only love. Except, Byron didn't say that. Johnny Depp did, fake quoting Byron in the 1995 rom-com Don...
With Apologies to the Good Doctor
Doctor Seuss, that is. Green Eggs and Ham, specifically. This - what you are about to read - is what happens when I can't get to sleep, and my mind begins blither-blathering to myself (itself?), thinking on You-Know-Who and whatever bullshit he's pulled TODAY, or in...
Lisboa
Last year, I spent part of my winter break (2-3 weeks annually spent out of freezing AF rural mountains) in Puerto Rico, which I loved, planning on returning there this year because warm weather, great food, diversity galore, sunny days, great beaches, so much closer...
An India Story: We Have Questions
*in 2019, I had the immense good fortune to travel to India for the wedding of one of my nieces, whose new in-laws took us all over the place, literally; I think we covered about 2/3rds of that very large continent over the two weeks. Altho the long flights there and...
Colleen Hoover…
And the necessity of brain candy. Brain Candy, because, in my opinion, that's exactly what Hoover's writing is: brain candy. Cotton candy fiction that serves a purpose in that it distracts, comforts, occupies time, warms the heart, titillates (the sex is pretty tame,...
Forensic Nursing? Virginia Lynch?
Never heard of 'em, either of 'em. I mean, forensic nursing makes sense, I guess - is that when there's a murder and you need a nurse to help a forensic doctor, maybe? And who's Virginia Lynch? What's she got to do with it, if anything. Ah, well, as it turns out,...