Well I did it. I fell. Into the abyss I'd been fighting. Leapt, actually. Free fell. Fell freely. Phoenix in flames. Checked myself into the hospital on December 8, 2014 for a month. Exactly what I needed to do. Still may lose my house. May go bankrupt. May whatever. I going in the right direction… Continue reading Orion’s Belt
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people. Click here to… Continue reading 2014 in review
Friday night. Forty seven year old single mom sitting at the bar drinking wheat beer. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's about time I blogged again, right? I used to wake up with fully formed ideas in mind. Middle of the night - you name it. I'd jump up and run to my… Continue reading Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.
Well, I got my first hate mail this morning. It came in the form of a nasty comment. Wow! Nothing like a little punch in the gut to get your day started. Nice. Most reader comments elicit warm fuzzies - another physical sensation. Nasty comments give a person that gut feeling like a punch. But… Continue reading A Milestone for My Humble Little Blog
It's my birthday. I have hung on to this planet as it has hurtled through space, around the sun, whilst spinning on its axis at breakneck speeds, forty-seven times. It's exhausting. I hang on, still, and wait for my insides to stop churning. Sometimes, it's exhilarating, or awesome (as in, full of awe, or inspiring… Continue reading One more year on the planet.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. What a strange proverb. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm happy enough about leaving those nasty teeth alone, but who's going to clean up all that stinkin' mess? Today, I received another hamper from the Food Bank. I have always been a supporter of… Continue reading Who left this gift horse on my lawn?
I'm too fat for Old Navy. I thought I was okay. I can go to Old Navy and try on a top, and sometimes it's too big. Sun dresses? Nice price. Pretty, and they fit. Jeans? I live in them. Shorts? Now hang on, just a minute! Apparently, that's stepping over the line. Shorts on… Continue reading Too Fat for Old Navy
Fire to ashes, waiting to rise. Call it, "Phoenix Waiting". Here's a draft of a post I was going to publish early in May, after being served with a "Statement of Claim" from my soon to be Ex. I did what it seemed I had to do. I got a bottle of red wine and… Continue reading Living between titles: Phoenix waiting
I have lost my voice lately. Not literally, but importantly. I'm working on a new blog post which will be up soon. In the meantime, I read a post by my friend and former math teacher from IndEC South in Mississauga. He was a legendary rule breaker and bender at a critical time in my… Continue reading A voice for my voice