Hello, blog. Long time no write. As the two of you who still read this blog already know, I went on a social media hiatus last summer. I call it that, but what I’ve really done is absent myself from the platforms of Facebook and Twitter. The reasons for my decision are myriad, but the …
I’m using this post as a repository for images that resonate with me concerning depression, anxiety, fatigue, and so forth. Who knows? There might even be happy stuff here on occasion. But don’t expect it. This is the darkness. Here there be dragons. And they’re not the cuddly kind. _____________________________ For a long time now, …
“Hey, how are ya?” “How’s it goin’?” “How’s life?” “Whatcha been up to?” “How are you?” These are all variations of the same question. They all mean the same thing. They’re all delivered in the same tone. They all expect the same style of answer. Tone: bright, casual, cheery Style: superficial In reality, this “how …
What do you do when your head and heart both are overfull and empty at the same time? I’m sitting here in my car, parked in my driveway, waiting for my daughter to wake up so we can go into the house. She has spent the last few days and nights with my parents, and …
I don’t often wax on (or off) about my faith on this blog–mainly because, if you’ve found your way here, you probably did so for the writing and reading and snark, not the “religion” stuff. (Note: I’m not religious. I’m a Jesus-follower. There’s a distinct difference. If you want me to wax and polish that …
Last night, I wrote about my hope, my not-hope, and my forever-hope, all threaded through with the discouraging guanoshow that was 2016 A.D. Today, I turn my mind and heart to lovelier things. When it came to reading and writing, 2016 was one of my best years ever. đŸ™‚ On Reading in 2016 In 2016, …
Every time I clean, I lose things. Organized chaos tells me exactly where things are. I try not to get too philosophical about this. Living my faith is harder for me than giving faith up. I am more aware now of the reality of my privilegedness than I ever have been in my life. Chocolate-flavored …
that moment when your husband points out to you that the strangely liquidy laundry soap you’ve been washing clothes in for a week is actually fabric softener well, that explains a lot In Other News 4yo: You be Twilight Sparkle, and I’ll be Nightmare Moon. Me: Well, Twilight Sparkle reads books, so let’s go read …
I posted a version of this on Facebook this morning. CLARIFICATION I don’t hate any one person. I don’t hate any group of people. I don’t hate any demographic. I don’t hate. I feel angry. I feel hurt. I feel concerned — not for myself, not for any religious institution, not for so-called “religious freedom,” …
Once upon a time, there was a writer who bleached the face-framing portion of her hair and then dyed that portion pastel blue. It lasted a couple of weeks, then faded. And it continued fading from bluish into the bleached blonde until the blue and yellow combo looked decidedly greenish. But it looked kind of …