The benefit of waking up at 5:55 on a Saturday is the house is quiet except for Vader snoring loudly next to me. I had time to remember all the things I meant to do - the biggest thing was get donations set up at local food banks. A year or two ago, I saw... Continue Reading →
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.
How I built up the confidence to get a massive back piece and accidentally made peace with myself in the process #recovery#tattoojunkie
https://youtu.be/Om30_q1fhl4 Spoken word poem written by yours truly.
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 →