Oh my God. I need to never, not ever, drink a 20-oz bottle of Dr. Pepper seven hours before bedtime. Lying in bed for going on three hours, listening to my heart beating in my chest, the weighted blanket worthless, and trying not to keep checking the time. The corner of my bedsheet and the … Continue reading Bad Boy Musings
The pronouncement was made and there was much anger and yelling and screaming, but strangely, no tears. There were no tears. Seldom were there any tears. The dish rack in the kitchen was wiped from the counter, shattering to the floor. Always, something had to be broken. Hearts were pounding, all of them. One for … Continue reading Just An Echo
Two posts ago I mentioned that minor thing called Personal Space. We all need it. We are occasionally violated. We sometimes never get it. Sometimes we get too much. In college this weird thing happened where people started hugging each other. Not that we didn’t do that before, but it seemed like a matter of … Continue reading Personal Space
Well, Todd, here we go again. It must be couples awareness month, because the articles are trickling in on how to be better at it. (Not that I think we need to be better at it, ‘cause I think we’re rocking the heart stuff, but … play along.) This one came from a site called … Continue reading 6 Things They Say We Gotta Do, Todd!
The desire to write again is creeping back slowly. I was, as so many were, so deeply affected by the outcome of the election. Many people are talking about it, still talking about it, posting about it …. and I don’t want to. I have no desire to write about it. But what worried me … Continue reading The Chronicles: Thanksgiving Edition
Tuesday morning I had my Medieval Lit in-class paper – I didn’t even finish. Then yesterday my Irish Renaissance paper was due, and a Math test I didn’t get to finish. Last night we partied in the dorm – Roxanne, Julie, Chris, Ian, Luke, and I. The living room looked like a tornado went through … Continue reading Flashback: February 24, 1990
Blogged while finishing off the coffee Todd made. (Sorry babe.) At the risk of scaring away any male readers, PMS sucks. It was not in my plan to make this an opener today. I had other plans for this post. But today’s post isn’t going to be about the original plan, and it’s not going … Continue reading This is Not About PMS
As my youngest rapidly approaches the end of her elementary career, I am reminded of not only how young she is, but also how fast she’s growing up. And I’m not ready. Several nights ago, Veruca got her first phone call from a boy. She was all cool and simultaneously silly – and he’s “just … Continue reading What’s New Under the Sun
Ok so several people have suggested that I write something resembling an advice piece, based on my recent (not to mention traumatic) experiences; however, my intent was to save it all until my own trial was over. Unfortunately it has come to my attention that there are more than a few beautiful women out … Continue reading It’s Over. Can I Help?