When a baby is learning to walk, she can do it, but wobbly at first. More wobbles and falls make better walking. If we wouldn't yell at a child for stumbling when learning to walk, why do we yell at ourselves?
Moving Musings
The Ride of a Lifetime
Jess knew this one was special as soon as she swiped right. She could see a loss or some desperate plea in his eyes, and she felt a connection immediately. Jess didn’t question it because questions lead to too many thoughts. Too many thoughts lead Jess to do questionable things, so she has consistently found... Continue Reading →
We either start talking, or we keep getting shut up. This one gets posted.
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.
To Give is to Get
I’ve studied just about every philosophy that I can find over the last 2 years. At the end of the day, this is it. If you can do this, life is everything you want it to be. It is pretty much as simple as doing the opposite of everything you’ve been taught to do. When... Continue Reading →
Fuck You, Brienne
Clearly it is a spoiler, you twat Yeah, I said it. I hope I speak for all of us GoT fans who have a Giant Ginger crush on one Mr. Tormund Giantsbane. You broke his giant-teat sucking heart, and I for one will not sit idly by, silently watching the wildling of my dreams be... Continue Reading →
You Can’t Make This Shit Up
A Mother's Loving Retrospective - The feeling of satisfaction I get when matching the pile of single socks I have had nowhere to put is likely an inappropriately high response. I think squealing might be overkill. - I am attempting to buy healthier snacks and whatnot because I want to take pictures and tell Facebook... Continue Reading →
You Can’t Make This Shit Up
See these pants? These are awesome pants. They are bright purple, fuzzy, AAH! Real Monsters pajamas. These awesome pants took her youngest to the bus this morning. The woman in these awesome pants had a feeling there were going to be problems, but didn't think about pants. Because she doesn't think about pants. Today, however,... Continue Reading →
Christ, does this bitch do anything but rhyme?
The answer is occasionally. Thank you for asking. If you are newer to reading my blog, I actually don't only write poetry. I don't know what this is, but I do this sometimes. I felt the need to express myself in a non-poetic voice. I have this frustrated feeling inside of me, almost like I... Continue Reading →
