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
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?
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.
Rituals! Rites of Passage! These rituals have a beginning, a middle and an end (Thanks Victor Turner - my old favourite mad anthropologist)! Maybe my Phoenix will find a flight path in remembering rituals! When I turned sixteen, long before I knew what a Phoenix was, one of my brothers took me for a drive… Continue reading How to Draw Platypi With a Van
Today's oxymoron is.... Collaborative Divorce. Sounds like a made-up term, doesn't it? Sounds like a joke. Not a bad joke. A really, really funny one. To me. Now. Almost two years ago, it sounded wonderful. Why hadn't I heard of this? Think of it. Two people get married, have kids, build a life (sort of...… Continue reading Collaborate, dammit!
I will tell you my stories. Life leaves a mark. We do silly things, and silly things are done to us. We suffer. We might vent for a while, but we eventually gather our pain back into ourselves and move on. But if we pause and review dark stories, we can see them in the… Continue reading The Stuff in Between