Sometimes, it's as if my heart becomes a fist that squeezes and slams around my chest. This fist gets labelled as anxiety, and then I breathe and do other things to alleviate it. It never goes away completely, it just gets a little better. That makes me think I need to do more, and I... Continue Reading →
Hell is where the heart is
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.
Alan Watts Meets Sons of Anarchy
I’m about to wrap up season 3 of my current Sons of Anarchy binge, and when I’m not Netflix’ing, I’m generally Mom’ing, which includes hours and hours of cleaning, cooking, and -ing ing. Anyway, when I’m not doing the whole parenting part of Mom’ing, I typically have Alan Watts going. There’s something beautiful about washing... Continue Reading →
Like a silent but deadly fart, I vanished without a trace. I don't know if that made sense. Anyway, I'm going through about 7 million things presently. Nothing bad, per se, but I really felt this need to shut up and get inside my own head. It's funny, 2 or more years ago, I probably... Continue Reading →