Or so they say…when you’re having fun… Or working your ass off. I’ve been neglecting my blog quite a bit lately. Since getting started working in the woodshop and working 50 hours at my 9-5 I’ve had so much less time to do what I love. Even when I’m doing what I love. Honestly, IContinue reading “Time Flies”
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A hermit. No, really
I’m just realizing that I’ve been more antisocial for the past few weeks. Which isn’t a bad thing. It feels deep inside like I need to preserve the peace I have and not reach out to those I love. It infuriates me, but that’s how it is in my brain. I’ve had my son withContinue reading “A hermit. No, really”
That lovely greenbelt
Almost a month has gone by and I’m still getting to know the neighborhood and parks nearby. Walking has become somewhat routine and finally I’ve a good route mapped out on the twisting streets that takes me an hour and doesn’t force me to look at my clock constantly to see if I’ll get backContinue reading “That lovely greenbelt”
Drawing a circle
It’s so odd looking back now. Every relationship I’ve been in, how I thought I was a whole, interesting, solid person. Then years past I look back and see nothing but the scared girl I was. I grew up thinking I’d had an idyllic childhood. Who else’s parents bring her up on her grandparent’s airport?Continue reading “Drawing a circle”
Coupledom
When our culture promotes a “normal” life as being one that leads to a partner and marriage, the ONLY path… When girls are encouraged to want the white picket fence and the 2.5 children, husband, dog in the yard, and debt up to their eyeballs… When toxic masculinity abounds, and “not all men” is shoutedContinue reading “Coupledom”
Fifty-two days, my Son my sun
Today after school is out my son gets to come spend time with me. I miss him like the trees miss the rain, like the earth misses the moon, skies dark without him, only little pricks of starlight to find my way. Every other weekend means twenty-six weekends a year and a few holidays. ItContinue reading “Fifty-two days, my Son my sun”
Be notorious
“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.” -Rumi … … … … … … … … There is a balance to the planet that us humans insist on trying to wrest awry. I still haven’t figured out why our natural inclination is to fight itContinue reading “Be notorious”
“Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.”
It’s a cold and breezy morning here, wind is blustering in grey clouds and there’s a chill in the air that belongs on green Irish moors, not Texas in (almost) April. This morning I’m introspective and for the first time in weeks I didn’t wake with an overwhelming dread, anxiety closing off the world aroundContinue reading ““Almost none of us commit suicide, and almost all of us self-destruct.””
As a tree
The dregs of anxiety have begun to recede and aren’t hanging their angry fingers over my head every day. At last. Although my palms sweat again just writing about it. It’s manageable, as if my body just had to take a few weeks to recognize it for what it was and relax again. CBD oilsContinue reading “As a tree”
Cacophony of chainsaws
Right now as I write there are echoes of chainsaws from multiple households on the street. The Texas Snowpocalypse killed so many trees, shattering them with the weight of ice. The unprecedented weather here weighed on the wildlife and growing things just as much as it did on any of us humans. I’d sit atContinue reading “Cacophony of chainsaws”
A Burd in Flight 