Cliche walking. Well, sitting, actually.

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.

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