My kids are making friends with their bullies, and I’m bragging about it
https://youtu.be/Om30_q1fhl4 Spoken word poem written by yours truly.
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Long ass post...written as a reminder for yours truly more than anyone. I am reading The Secret right now, which is essentially a Cliffs notes of a Course in Miracles (or the source material for most self help anything’s) But I mean, read anything and gratitude will always come to the forefront. No matter how... Continue Reading →
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 →
Good morning! It's 4:24 AM, and I've been up for almost an hour. I went to bed at 1. I have typed and retyped something about 50 times. My mind argues with everything I do or don't do. Imagery of my brain 's current functionality: So, everything is essentially both at the same time. I... Continue Reading →
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 →