I haven't been north of my house for shopping or anything else in several weeks, certainly not before the mask mandates for the whole state came down. I went to a dollar store about a mile north of my house this morning for coffee creamer (because the world ends in this place if there is … Continue reading I don’t understand the seething hate conservatives seem to have for liberals…
Anybody who met me personally, other than wondering where the hell my energy and babbling comes from, would probably consider me to be the biggest square that ever walked about in my generation. I'm not much of a drinker, not a smoker, and more than a handful of college classmates told me that I'd probably … Continue reading Creating Poetry When You Don’t Have a Life
I'm in my favorite coffee shop, drinking coffee way too late in the day, but determined to get some serious thinking down before going home...or at least, wait until the place closes and I have no choice but to go home. With everything that goes wrong and is spread across the media, discussing it with my dad is the last thing I want to do.
A few days ago I got to thinking about this concept after reading and responding to a few other bloggers in our crazy fun world. What got me thinking hard was where I am now and where I've always been. And how the hell I'm gonna get away from it. That might require some gasoline and kindling to burn some bridges that might need burning...
I have to wonder--to friend my mom, or not to friend my mom...and if I choose not to friend her, what the hell do I say? I've been wrestling with this thought for a month and I can't think of a good answer.
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Becoming Unstuck
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Finding Balance Through Food
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
Caedmon: "Hwæt sceal ic singan?" Angel: "Sing me frumsceaft."
