No one drops by to make you a cup of tea when you lose your imaginary boyfriend.
Well I did it. I fell. Into the abyss I'd been fighting. Leapt, actually. Free fell. Fell freely. Phoenix in flames. Checked myself into the hospital on December 8, 2014 for a month. Exactly what I needed to do. Still may lose my house. May go bankrupt. May whatever. I going in the right direction … Continue reading Orion’s Belt
Friday night. Forty seven year old single mom sitting at the bar drinking wheat beer. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's about time I blogged again, right? I used to wake up with fully formed ideas in mind. Middle of the night - you name it. I'd jump up and run to my … Continue reading Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.
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
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
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!