I did. You need to do so as well. If you are reading this you probably early voted. Because I don’t know people who don’t vote. We didn’t even mail our ballots, but dropped them in an official ballot collection box. I am missing the ‘going to the polls’ and …
the dawn will break (African proverb ?) It isn’t all darkness and woe. Yes there is so much and those of us who are heavily empathetic are having a difficult time with the fear, sorrow, anger , racism, and misogyny that some of us (like I am) are somewhat insulated …
I wish I had something uplifting to say. I voted, there’s that. I’m fearful that in general the elections will be interfered with. I’m fearful our institutions, as screwed up as they are, will continue being corrupted and failing. I’m fearful that hate has risen so high it can’t be …
So in looking about for the signup for Nablopomo I found that the last year for it was either 2016 or 2017. I started doing Nablopomo because NaNoWriMo looked impossible. In um…2006 when it was on Eden Kennedy’s blog. That was before it went to Blogher, which also is no …
Such a perfect evening. Oh yes. I haven’t been here a lot. I thought perhaps it was depression. Turns out it was anemia. Once I started working on that, things got much better. I have refinished a table and put a lot of shit where it goes. I went out …
I don’t know why I can’t do things I enjoy. They have to have a purpose (like putting things away–I enjoy that AND it achieves something necessary). Not just BE the purpose.
There is a time in every parent’s life, when you can’t fix much  of anything anymore for your offspring. Not because they are difficult, or angry or even annoying. Only because it is time for them to do the fixing themselves. Couldn’t walk into a new school for her on …
“There is always time for another last minute†― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather It wasn’t the best news, but we aren’t giving up. And it never gets easier. Mr. Teatime was named for a character in the Pratchett book Hogfather. Mr. Teatime, when he was a kitten was a tiny little …
I know the way to be a writer is to write. I’ve told that to students. I used to write every day. Somewhere along the line, survival took over. I was working full time and going to school full time. I lived in a tiny apartment in a kinda bad …
I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, …
Every time I think I’m going to give up with this long long long standing blog, I come back. This is a long one, hold on. Will it click this time, again? I don’t know. The last year and a half has been, well, large. Â Purging a lot. A LOT. …
For the first time in a long time, I had to delete a comment from one of my online spaces. I thought about it and wondered if I was being ‘too sensitive.’ * Is being too sensitive an actual thing? Or is this just yet another dismissive characterization for the …
The Winter Solstice is one of my most thoughtful times. I suppose because I spent so much time with darkness. That sounds terribly dramatic–and it was until I found a way to live with it.
Paint paint fix fix, sell the house, buy the house, move across the country, nervous breakdown.
Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.
~R. D. Laing
I know what all the silverware means,
but I spill on those tablecloths.
