Dear Internet,

Friday night, Mr. Lisa and I went to the theater to see the 2005 version of Pride & Prejudice, which was in select theaters for its 20th anniversary—TWENTY YEARS! Keira Knightly (Elizabeth) was a mere slip of a girl at 20 in 2005, and Matthew Macfadyen (Darcy) was a mere slight lad at 31, roughly the same ages as Lizzie and Darcy in the book.

As I said on social media, I was excessively diverted and incandescently happy, my pearl.

The theater was half full, which honestly surprised me. We’re talking about a 20-year-old movie based on a book over 200 years old. Reports across social media of packed theaters made my heart full and I felt deliriously thrilled.

I so desperately wanted to yell, “Fuck yeah, Jane Austen!” at the end of the movie.

There were lots of cheers and giggles during the movie and I tried not to be a Karen about active involvement but it was hard! This movie is my everything. I needed to be in my head while watching it and I felt like they weren’t giving it to me.

I know, I know. I’ve seen this movie 2494795614635416947 many times, but it’s something new—something I missed in a previous viewing. The same thing happens when I watch Bridget Jones’ Diary, an early 2000s modern remake of P&P.

So yes, Friday was a very good night.

(Also, popcorn was involved.)

Sojlah Media

As someone who is on social media all day everyday for my clients, the idea of using it for myself has waned considerably. I’m going to ditch all social media for NGI. (I’m not posting over there anyways.) I’m thinking of some how limiting my time on my personal accounts. Right now, I take pleasure in Bluesky, Facebook, and Instagram. The problem with all three of them is it’s all doom scrolling. The world is on fucking fire!

I’m preaching to the choir here, I know, but goddamn shit is fucked up. Even Reddit is making me anxious and I only go on there to read 90 Day Fiance shit!

I’m doing the best I can with what I have while keeping my shit together. I had to cancel my monthly therapy appointment because it was too expensive and insurance wasn’t covering but $27 dollars out of $225/hr charge. I read this convoluted article about “moral ambitious life” which boiled down to: every little bit we do isn’t enough and we should all quit our jobs and join an NGO or some shit.

Anyway, I may have told you that I had to ditch my heroineinabook IG account because the algo was so fucked that all I got was “health and wellness” influencers shilling shit like lose weight pills and shakes on top of the bariatric influencers who did more harm than good. I know here are tricks to resetting your algo but who has that kind of time? MsScarletWrites is doing okay, and I jump in occasionally to mute, report, and/or block accounts are run by terrible people.

The thing is, I can’t 100% leave social media. To manage my clients' Facebook pages, they need to be tied to a Facebook account, so I’m on Facebook. I also track weekly analytics for my clients so I’m all over the place on social media.

We’ll see. I think I’ve flounced off before when I would give up social media for Lent but jokes on me! It’s Easter Sunday!

American Foundation for Suicide Prevention

Wow, I can’t believe I didn’t tell you chums this.

So, on January 10, 2025 my ride or die, my second husband, and one of the most excellent human beings committed suicide. At first, I wailed like an Italian grandmother but it’s been getting easier as time has gone on. Some days I have this massive hit of being heartbroken becuase he’s gone. Others I am just so desperate to talk to him to get his opinion on whatever we’re watching, or the recipe to his chocolate chip cookies, or even to shoot the shit. We texted via Signal and I refuse to delete or archive the conversation. When I found out he had died, I read the last few months of texts wondering what I may have missed. Sometimes I feel like it’s my fault that I didn’t pick up on the clues or that I wasn’t physically near him to even give him a hug or hold his hand. He’s just so massively important to me that even writing this is causing my eyes to leak.

Some of you may know I attempted suicide when I was 17 and a decade later, my mother attempted. Suicide hangs around me like a spectre. Because of how profoundly it’s impacted me, I started walking for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention to raise money. I’ve lasped in the last few years but with Brendan’s death, and my own history, I’m going to make the fund raising walk a yearly thing.

The walk isn’t until September and I’ll start pushing to raise funds in early June but I wanted to give you all a head’s up that I’ll be advertising the fund raising event in every issue of AMUN.

Our team is Team Otter Lee Ridiculous (named after Brendan’s corgi), and our goal is to raise $1000. If you can donate, that would be wonderful. Every little bit helps. It would also be better if you shared the link to my fundraising page.

You can find my personal fundraising page here and the team’s page here.

It’s Easter Sunday, and we don't celebrate, though I may go foraging for 50% off candy tomorrow. I haven’t had a Peep this year, and I’m bereft.

Hold your loved ones close,

lisa x