A foot massager is something you might buy from a late night infomercial three easy payments of $5.00. Perhaps you've lingered in Walmart on Christmas Eve wondering if your visiting auntie would like it, because you haven't seen her since she was the sort of person who didn't need one. Either way, it's probably the… Continue reading Anger Management Tip #2: Objects thrown are larger and heavier than you thought they were.
Confess. Cleanse my soul. Bare it for all. Why? Who will love me if they know? Gabriel! Forgive me. I dubbed it Five Hundred Pages of Bitching and Moaning - for decades. Now, readers, mark my age, and help me to see better. Farewell to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The Yeah Write Gargleblaster honours him this… Continue reading Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?
I have committed another (hitherto) unthinkable act. Also, I have used the word "hitherto" in a sentence. Sometimes I challenge myself to use a neglected word more often. I had vowed around Christmas time to raise the profile of this perfectly-good-word. This is the first instance. Still, it's relegated to brackets, and quotation marks, but… Continue reading A better plan: anybody? anybody?
Every day. Not for real. That is too difficult. She waits now. Maybe she sees him in the birds he loved, or hears the wind. Her ears buzz when she asks him, "are you there?" I can not know, can not ask. ==================== This is Microfiction - 42 words to answer this week's YeahWrite Gargleblaster… Continue reading Do you see her much?
So this is week seven of the group therapy program I'm attending as a psychiatric outpatient. Part of the process involves guided journaling. Last week's was an exercise called Alpha Poetry. There aren't many rules, as it's a means of getting your mind to open up as you journal. Basically, for each letter of the… Continue reading Alpha Poetry – Residual effects of driving my girls to school
The girls and I were all loaded into the van. My littlest was about five. We were pulling away from the house to go, I forget where. Littlest, in all seriousness, said: Mom, if someone stuffed me in a box, and shipped me to China, I would miss you. I said, as solemnly as I… Continue reading WWMPD: What Would Mary Poppins Do?
Bring it, Universe, you catty, wonderful, shrewish Virago. This time, she's thrown me a good one - in the form of cranky plumbing. You will not take me down. This is the sort of thing I've been dreading as I hang on for dear life, dangling by my fingertips on the edge of the abyss.… Continue reading Sky is Fine. Don Your Protective Headgear Anyway.
I did something unimaginable this weekend. I texted my ex a picture of the contents of my refrigerator, and wrote an amicable message. It contained the acronym "LOL". It seems that the Food Bank received a truckload of yoghurt this week. I'm not complaining but that is a heck of a lot of yoghurt. Oh… Continue reading On Second Thought: a rest is as good as a change… Unless Ex says otherwise