these are my untidy thoughts.

I promised myself I would stop oversharing on the internet but here I am...

I started my week off with my 7-year-old telling me that he ‘played’ Weekend at Bernie’s with his friend Pierre at school. For the sake of his French-speaking friend, my son graciously translated the title for him. Week-end Chez Bernie (Bernie pronounced Bear-nee).

Three things to note here:

1/ This is what I get for showing my kid the ‘80s, a decade I don’t even like.

2/ How long do you think before Pierre’s parents call me wondering what kind of pop culture diet my kid is on?

3/ How the FUCK do you play Weekend at Bernie’s? The visuals are truly every parents dream.

I thought I’d start my very first Substack contribution simple without the long introduction about me because who cares. Since I’m not famous, I know I’m supposed to hone into one idea, a promise, a mission statement, like the giggles that go with being an expat mom in France, or the woes of a simultaneously happy and wildly unsuccessful fiction writer (we exist!), or being a total vinyl nerd dating back to when I was 12 and could only find Bikini Kill’s Pussywhipped on vinyl that I had to walk to my grandmother’s house to listen to and thus starting a long and expensive love affair with wax.

But I can’t.

Because I’m not just one thing and….I just realized that I just did it. I kind of introduced myself. So before I go any further, let me cut myself off and end with this:

I’m Lisa Czarina Michaud and these are my untidy thoughts.

Feel free to leave me a comment about an inappropriate films, first records (CDS, tapes…) or how hot Andrew McCarthy was and still is

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