Christmas afternoon I wandered around surveying the damage, taking a few pictures. The ham dinner was done, the presents unwrapped. Children lounged here and there, and all I wanted was a nap. My youngest had burned her arm on a hot cookie sheet, and I had forgotten to put the candy canes on the treeContinue reading “~Aftermath~”
Monthly Archives: December 2013
I remember the electric anticipation of Christmas Eve when I was a small girl. Christmas was magic at my house. My mother lived and breathed Christmas. We did not have a lot of money, but Christmas was absolutely monumental. Toys laid out from Santa, everywhere; stockings overflowing with treasures. My mom loved it. Sugar cookiesContinue reading “~Eve~”
I’m just a little lost amongst the Santas and the teenagers, the cookies and the headaches of life. I’m both excited and uncertain about the upcoming year, but in this moment, all I am thinking is, “Is Christmas over yet?” I’m kind of lonely. I need to do something about that.
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.” ~Sylvia Plath
This evening, as I was sitting staring at a blank computer screen, idly considering whether to write about my recent anti-poly state of mind, or my excitement about my New Year’s resolution list, the doorbell rang. It was just before nine pm, and I had just put my youngest two to bed. They ran pastContinue reading “~Give~”
I’m having technical issues. Creativity issues. Inspiration issues. I wanted to do a pictorial. It’s not something I do, or rather, have ever done. I always enjoy pictures in other blogs, they seem to add a taste of reality to the people I like reading about. Without boring you with the details, please enjoy thisContinue reading “~Inspiration~”
Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow
Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow.
This week has been a killer. And by “this week”, I mean just the last four days or so. In a nutshell: 1) The weather has been ridiculous, even below zero. I’ve always said, that if there was a hell, MY hell would be freezing. I strongly and utterly detest being cold. 2) My son’sContinue reading “~Week~”
Writing therapy may now commence. Guilt has always puzzled me. I mean, I understand it, in context of my conscience keeping check on my morals. Lying, cheating, stealing, or maliciously hurting another human being, would all be appropriate triggers for guilt. So why then, do some of us feel guilty for being happy? What theContinue reading “~Guilt~”
Special Man came and took me for a drive Saturday night. I knew he was coming over and I had mixed feelings about it, because my head was not in a good place. Poly is hard. Some days I daydream about returning to a monogamous mindset and how much easier that might be. Sometimes IContinue reading “~Being~”