You Can’t Get to Heaven without E-van

I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →

#GetOffMyLawn

I don't know why I barely write anymore, and it's driving me nuts. It's as if I lost the desire to do the one thing I love doing most, and I honestly don't know how I feel about it! I said the other day, "If I truly wanted to write, I would have written, and... Continue Reading →

Wiping Blessings Off the Floor

In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness.  The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →

Four Murdered Men in Bucks County

Update to: Missing Men in Bucks County, PA Sadly, the remains of all four men have been found and timeline of the crimes reported. Yesterday, Cosmo Dinardo confessed to his involvement in the homicides, and told police where the bodies can be found. Today, another man - Sean Kratz - was charged in the homicides.... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Do I “choose” to be bipolar, or someone “chooses” to be a narcissist?  No, no one chooses their chemistry or childhood; no one chooses their nurture or their nature.  They do, however, choose what to do with it.  This is difficult to accept, too.  It took me so long to let... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 2)

Part 1 I see so many rueful statements about how they “just keep attracting [label].”Everyone in your life is a reflection of your feelings on yourself.  Garbage In/Garbage Out doesn’t just apply to data and programming.  I’ve had my share of misery handed and I’ve handed out my share of misery.  If you struggle with... Continue Reading →

The Schism from being so –ism-y (Pt 1)

I have no idea what it is like to be inside someone else’s mind or skin.  Similarly, though likely less important, I have no idea what other people’s Facebook feeds look like.  I used to love going on Facebook, because I ignore almost all of my friends and read articles of inspirational or intriguing ..... Continue Reading →

One Mom’s Itchy Butt #13

Continued from Yesterday... Depending on your answer on how you parent yourself, I have determined I am a hypocrite and I am objectively logical in raising my children, and subjectively irrational to myself.  1 of the complex types refuses to follow any rules.  I've always been that stubborn, "I'll do it my way".  I don't... Continue Reading →

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