A Great Story About a $10,000 Cat

I have a story to tell. I have a story to tell, but I am not going to tell it. It is about a $10,000 cat. She was just a barn cat. Old, arthritic and grouchy. She used to be a fluffy little cutie, who stole my heart, and caused debates about cat ownership through … Continue reading A Great Story About a $10,000 Cat

Living between titles: Phoenix waiting

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

Anger Management Tip #2: Objects thrown are larger and heavier than you thought they were.

A foot massager is something you might buy from a late night infomercial three easy payments of $5.00. Perhaps you've lingered in Walmart on Christmas Eve wondering if your visiting auntie would like it, because you haven't seen her since she was the sort of person who didn't need one. Either way, it's probably the … Continue reading Anger Management Tip #2: Objects thrown are larger and heavier than you thought they were.

A better plan: anybody? anybody?

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?

Do you see her much?

Every day. Not for real. That is too difficult. She waits now. Maybe she sees him in the birds he loved, or hears the wind. Her ears buzz when she asks him, "are you there?" I can not know, can not ask. ==================== This is Microfiction - 42 words to answer this week's YeahWrite Gargleblaster … Continue reading Do you see her much?

Alpha Poetry – Residual effects of driving my girls to school

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

Sky is Fine. Don Your Protective Headgear Anyway.

Bring it, Universe, you catty, wonderful, shrewish Virago. This time, she's thrown me a good one - in the form of cranky plumbing. You will not take me down. This is the sort of thing I've been dreading as I hang on for dear life, dangling by my fingertips on the edge of the abyss. … Continue reading Sky is Fine. Don Your Protective Headgear Anyway.

Dexedrine Delight

Well this is uneventful.  And that's a good thing. Two weeks on Dexedrine and nothing weird. This is a post about ADHD and Dexedrine.  I promise.  But first, of course, I have something else to say, because it's also about depression.  And somehow, I hear, they fit together.  So here's the beginning: So I've been … Continue reading Dexedrine Delight

Collaborate, dammit!

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!