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.

Taking Selfies with Jesus

I joined Instagram a few months ago, and in seconds, I noticed one reoccurring theme: Yoga Selfies. I've read a lot of articles bashing them, and while I'm not going to bash them, I am going to question their intentions. (Maybe I'll bash them a little) If you aren't on Instagram or you don't know what... Continue Reading →

I Am Michael Buble’s Overwhelmed O-Ring

I played Wax Tailor's version of How I Feel for my friend the other day, and she played the Michael Bublé version for me in response.  Both versions me into a beautifully relaxing, appreciative realm for all things within this crazy thing called life.     I have been sitting here for hours trying to get my thoughts... Continue Reading →

Got any cheese for that whine?

Narcissistic overshare *ahem* update The long story short is: I am having an allergic reaction to Lamictal and I may have early signs of SJS.  The rash isn't a symptom of SJS because it's itchy, but my mouth ulcers are. SJS is a really nice acronym for a skin condition where the rash bubbles up and... Continue Reading →

Hurt so Good

Happy Saturday!!  What's everyone got going this weekend? I am kid-less this weekend! One of my friends started doing aerial yoga a couple weeks ago.  She talked me into going with her last night.  I booked the class on Thursday morning before I could talk myself out of it, and I spent the next 24+... Continue Reading →

I Am Getting My Shit Together

My life is nothing if not cyclical.  This time last year, I was working on getting my shit together, and later in the year, I pulled a complete and total movie troupe, shaved my head and went crazy.  It actually wasn't that linear, but I keep laughing about it.  At that time, I started identifying... Continue Reading →

“Mommy, why did you get sick?”

As little as two months ago, that question would have started a shit-storm of self loathing, anger, and telling myself what a lousy Mom I am.  I don't think any parent wants their child to see them as weak, struggling, or sick.  I suspect it is even more so when the sickness in question is... Continue Reading →

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