Fully Fucking Functional.
Today, things feel just as dark and hopeless as they did yesterday.
Read More... Words. Words. Words.
Like maybe there aren’t words for what I’m feeling at all.
Read More...Blocks
I feel blocked in. Fenced. I’ve had writer’s block because of it. I’ve stepped on seven million blocks in the past month. I’ve walked around my block too many times to count.
Read More...How. Why. What.
This whole post feels very self-involved in light of everything going on in our world today. And I guess it is. But I do want people to realize that there has to be a more respectful way of talking about these hard issues.
Read More...The Leftovers
It’s the hardest thing I’ve gone through. And just when I think I’m free of it–and back to my regular family history/hormonal depression, thank you very much–the leftovers of it hit me again. The guilt I feel for how I struggled. The worries. The fears.
Read More...Selling Tickets for the Hot Mess Express
I’ve opened this page more times than I can count to write something, anything, about what’s going on in my head, in our world, in my house, in my state, whatever.
Read More...House Arrest
Let me begin by saying: I stand by my previous post. Practice social distancing, wash your hands, stay home unless you have to go out.
Read More...Pandemic?
I know I’m echoing millions of other people in this
Read More...A Love Letter
I can’t imagine doing this life with anyone but you. You, my partner in marriage, parenthood, and life.
Read More...Mini-Me
However, while G was “working out” with me, he would quit, and say, “I can’t do this.” “I fell down, I can’t do it anymore.” “I don’t feel good.” And it broke my heart, because I know exactly where he heard those things.
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