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
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.
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 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?
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.
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