It's my birthday. I have hung on to this planet as it has hurtled through space, around the sun, whilst spinning on its axis at breakneck speeds, forty-seven times. It's exhausting. I hang on, still, and wait for my insides to stop churning. Sometimes, it's exhilarating, or awesome (as in, full of awe, or inspiring … Continue reading One more year on the planet.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. What a strange proverb. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm happy enough about leaving those nasty teeth alone, but who's going to clean up all that stinkin' mess? Today, I received another hamper from the Food Bank. I have always been a supporter of … Continue reading Who left this gift horse on my lawn?
I'm too fat for Old Navy. I thought I was okay. I can go to Old Navy and try on a top, and sometimes it's too big. Sun dresses? Nice price. Pretty, and they fit. Jeans? I live in them. Shorts? Now hang on, just a minute! Apparently, that's stepping over the line. Shorts on … Continue reading Too Fat for Old Navy
Fire to ashes, waiting to rise. Call it, "Phoenix Waiting". Here's a draft of a post I was going to publish early in May, after being served with a "Statement of Claim" from my soon to be Ex. I did what it seemed I had to do. I got a bottle of red wine and … Continue reading Living between titles: Phoenix waiting
I have lost my voice lately. Not literally, but importantly. I'm working on a new blog post which will be up soon. In the meantime, I read a post by my friend and former math teacher from IndEC South in Mississauga. He was a legendary rule breaker and bender at a critical time in my … Continue reading A voice for my voice