Thoughts for the Coming Year

“Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.” -C. Assaad I am 41, and I am tired. There’s not enough time for me to write about all of the things of which I’m tired. Mostly, though,…

The Ramp

It didn’t rain on the day of the funeral, which was unexpected. Rather, it was a crisp, cool day with a brisk breeze. The sky was still laden with clouds, but the sun peeked through from time to time. It was a perfectly acceptable day, all in all, despite the giant hole in the ground,…

Goodbye 2018

Here’s a thing I bet you thought I’d never say – 2018 was a pretty good year for me. (If you’re having trouble breathing right now, I totally get you. It’s taken me a while to come to grips with this weird piece of information, so please, take your time and soak it in however…

Thoughts Re: My Last Birthday

I had a great realization today. In just a couple of weeks, I’m going to turn 37. A few months back, realizing that I haven’t had a vacation since November 2016, I asked for my entire birthday week off. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do something extravagant, but just getting the chance…

Unpacking

Lots going on right now, even though life on the face of things is quite quiet. It feels like the winds of chaos are beginning to pick up a little speed, and I sense that luck is in my favor. I’m not quite sure just yet what it is I’m supposed to be doing, but…

Monday Dreams

I own a copy editing business, and make enough money to have health insurance, a car, and an apartment that is large enough for me and all three cats. Eventually I’ll get that dog, too. I work a couple of shifts a week at a hostel front desk – not because I have to, but…

Right Now

As of the moment, I’m failing at keeping this blog running. After years of writing relatively faithfully, sometimes multiple times a day, it’s odd to find myself having nearly run out of words. I tend to think that it’s a low-level case of writer’s block, brought on by emotional distress, coupled with exhaust from my…

Unseen & Unspoken

It’s crazy how just a little more information can completely change your view of a person – and of yourself. I have prided myself on being an open book, completely forthcoming, complicated, but ultimately willing to hash out those complications in painful detail so as to keep the lines of communication open and clear. But…

makings of me

the moon st. francis of assisi lace up boots comfy underwear (a must for this big ol’ booty) cats animals of all sorts the deer woman the hag the morrigan toe rings earrings earbuds (the flat type, since the globular ones fall right out of my ears) the bbc gulag stories wwII biographies and autobiographies…