Orion’s Belt

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

Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.

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.

Living between titles: Phoenix waiting

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

A better plan: anybody? anybody?

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?

Alpha Poetry – Residual effects of driving my girls to school

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

WWMPD: What Would Mary Poppins Do?

 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?

Sky is Fine. Don Your Protective Headgear Anyway.

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.

“Recoveries”… of a different sort

The public library is out to get me.  Really.  I have, to add to a growing collection (no pun intended) of similar documents, a letter from a "recovery" agency - this time working on behalf of our public library - to get me to pay $65.27 in late fines.  I have reached a new moral… Continue reading “Recoveries”… of a different sort