I don’t know what to do. My brain and my body feel like they’re imploding on themselves. I have had a headache for days, heartache for years. I’m broken, but I know I’m not. I feel totally inadequate. And then I remember someone was going to trust me to watch her children (whom she loves)… Continue reading I Wrote My Way Out
Thanks to the WordPress app I can write this tiredly as I lay in bed. I don’t really need to write anything but I don’t want to ruin my streak. Today I’m thinking about how we get more original content. We can say we don’t want remakes and all that, but they make money so… Continue reading Original
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. I don’t like poetry, but I do like spacing out lines… I bought a house Because I was suddenly homeless So it seemed like the smart thing to do. It has a great backyard With a broken fence And the cutest rooms With slanted floors And unsafe windows Many… Continue reading I bought a house.
Everyday. Ten Minutes. No stopping. Unedited. [Was going to try for 25 minutes but the attention span is too short]. I call myself a writer, but what am every day that passes that I do not write? Just a thinker. A conspirer. The ideas never go away. They can’t leave because they haven’t been released.… Continue reading Being a Writer
I’ve seen/heard too many people this year saying/writing, “Is Galentine’s Day really a thing?” Yes, Virginia, Galentine’s Day is a thing. It’s just one of the many marvelous things Leslie Knope has given us. It is not a holiday invented by sad girls who don’t have Valentine’s. It’s a day for ladies to celebrate ladies…I mean,… Continue reading Happy Galentine’s Day!
This post was written a year ago and then “saved to drafts” I decided now was a good time to finish it. Some of you might know that I thoroughly enjoyed Taylor Swift’s album Red. I think Taylor riding the line between country and pop was a great place. She had the storytelling aspect of country music… Continue reading Swiftism: The Art of Nothing Being Your Fault
Celebrating each year is really just celebrating that you stayed alive for another year. Is the mere act of staying alive worth celebrating? In the past, I thought no. This year, however, I’m going to argue that, yes, it is worth celebrating another year of “just” staying alive. Recently, a person I knew committed suicide… Continue reading Happy Another-Year-of-Life Day