I have committed another (hitherto) unthinkable act. Also, I have used the word "hitherto" in a sentence. Sometimes I challenge myself to use a neglected word more often. I had vowed around Christmas time to raise the profile of this perfectly-good-word. This is the first instance. Still, it's relegated to brackets, and quotation marks, but … Continue reading A better plan: anybody? anybody?
So this is week seven of the group therapy program I'm attending as a psychiatric outpatient. Part of the process involves guided journaling. Last week's was an exercise called Alpha Poetry. There aren't many rules, as it's a means of getting your mind to open up as you journal. Basically, for each letter of the … Continue reading Alpha Poetry – Residual effects of driving my girls to school
The girls and I were all loaded into the van. My littlest was about five. We were pulling away from the house to go, I forget where. Littlest, in all seriousness, said: Mom, if someone stuffed me in a box, and shipped me to China, I would miss you. I said, as solemnly as I … Continue reading WWMPD: What Would Mary Poppins Do?
Rituals! Rites of Passage! These rituals have a beginning, a middle and an end (Thanks Victor Turner - my old favourite mad anthropologist)! Maybe my Phoenix will find a flight path in remembering rituals! When I turned sixteen, long before I knew what a Phoenix was, one of my brothers took me for a drive … Continue reading How to Draw Platypi With a Van
Today's oxymoron is.... Collaborative Divorce. Sounds like a made-up term, doesn't it? Sounds like a joke. Not a bad joke. A really, really funny one. To me. Now. Almost two years ago, it sounded wonderful. Why hadn't I heard of this? Think of it. Two people get married, have kids, build a life (sort of... … Continue reading Collaborate, dammit!