As 2017 was ending, I found myself in chaos. The campus where I work is being sold. I had hoped I could stay on with the “old company” by taking a part-time job in another facility to maintain health insurance
It’s that time again, when the sky is more dark than light and only a bird or two are awake in my little corner of the world. Life is good. The pills are done for the week, and the South
Every pebble dropped in water causes ripples that affect things unseen. Or so I’ve read, anyway. I am terrible about getting my hair cut. It’s not that it’s a thing I detest; it’s more that it’s just one more thing
It’s a perfect, gorgeous Saturday morning: the temperatures cool enough in the morning to keep the mosquitoes at bay. My dog is barking at the porch roof, voicing all of her disapproval on the patch of sunlight that taunts her.
For days, I have been trying to come up with something to say. For me, that’s like the time it takes a cockroach to reincarnate through several lifetimes and achieve Buddha-hood. Days–a span of time that for me seems many
When I was younger, January 1st seemed like a blank slate: a day to start a new year, a new life, doing anything I wanted to do. I’d have big dreams. Big goals. I was resolute. This–whichever year it was–was
I like predictability. Routine and ritual. Order. Doing things in a certain order, in a certain way. Just so. Not that you’d be able to tell by my kitchen table, strewn with unpacked bags, notebooks of all kinds, dog treats,
I was in fifth grade when I learned what “fine” and “sick” meant. My best friend, with all the wisdom of someone two days older than I, informed me matter-of-factly that Prince was “fine.” It was the mid-80’s. Bad meant
We seemed as different as the sun and moon; two celestial bodies with differing chemical make-up, with different purposes and varying influences. In truth, we were far more alike than different, and far more alike than I was willing to
(This entry was originally posted August 7, 2015 from Lyrical Fool.) There has been a lot of talk about courage since Caitlyn Jenner came out as transgender. What is “real” courage, what isn’t. Who gets to define it, who doesn’t.