There is only this – the before. And tomorrow will be the after. Today I am still a little sore, and bruised, but still live in the unknown. It’s a weird place to be. The not knowing. This time tomorrow I will know. I’ll either be relieved and feeling a bit foolish for worrying when … Continue reading I’m Fine – Conclusion
#anxiety
Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
Disappointment makes an appearance again in the big world. There was that time when Bill Cosby – America’s Dad – got accused of drugging a woman and raping her. It was even difficult to believe that it was real – how could he, that handsome and funny man, who performed for children for God’s sake, … Continue reading Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
Origins
The damage was already done (Continued from previous post) One of the recent roadblocks in my writing has to do with oppression. Revisiting the past for my current writing reawakened the ways in which I tailored my writing toward the end of the marriage. It stems from a violation of my trust over twenty years … Continue reading Origins
A Thursday Morning in February
I can’t spend another moment reading the news of politics, or tuning in to Drama Queen Chris Cuomo or perennially outraged Don Lemon. For the record, I don’t usually anyway. The lead-up to the certification of the election and the circus led by you-know-who and his Mango Militia had a need-to-know urgency that has now … Continue reading A Thursday Morning in February
What It’s Like
Day 286 AND CHRISTMAS EVE. Random thoughts on an abnormal holiday. Some hand sanitizers smell like tequila. And not in a good way – more like tequila the day after a long night of drinking. The two Sagittarians in my life, who I love so very much, seem hell-bent on interrupting the most private moments … Continue reading What It’s Like
Unstitched
Day 272 of quarantine and, this may be hard to believe, I’m sick of it. My patience is waning, my tolerance is at an all-time low; I’m alternately living in a bubble, trying to work safely in my job, and pretending that this isn’t a maddening life I’m living. Part of my writing inspiration comes … Continue reading Unstitched
Nebulous
We had the Three Little Pigs and The Grim Reaper at our door last night. It seems a good title for a short story. Today is the first day of NANOWRIMO and I’m pleased to say that I’m motivated, but my writing was more documentation than creative. This is the month to finish the novel … Continue reading Nebulous
When The World Falls Down Around You
*Trigger warning: pandemic, politics, worry, anxiety, loss* That the pandemic has been hard on all of us is a truism that I shouldn’t even write anymore, but I’m saying it anyway. There have been ebbs and flows to all the days of the last 180. About a year ago I was feeling sad about my … Continue reading When The World Falls Down Around You
The Tara Chronicles 