I don’t mince words much. Never could. Just end up slicing up everything around me when I try. I do spin plates. Many, many of them. And, they all, always, require immediate attention. I have spent my lifetime, trying to live in a world that wants all of those plates in boxes; craves only sound bites; and, expects death-defying acrobatics. What is a girl to do? I have spent a lifetime making increasingly vain attempts to contort myself into the most uncomfortable forms. Again
You want to know what is fun? Waking up in the morning with streams of thought that lead you to believe you are a brilliant manifestation of CREATION in one moment; and, certain you are a complete and utter waste of space in the next. I am grateful that I have been on this ride so long now that I am much better at finding safe jumping off points. Has anyone ever wondered why every “hero” has a sidekick? And, pretty much every “great man” has had a strong, supportive woman by
This hallmark holiday weekend seems almost designed to send suicide rates soaring. Valentine’s Day on Friday. Family Day on Monday. As if to completely rub it I the faces of those of us who are alone at the most depressing time of year. Having completely abandoned the notion that I will ever have a life partner; and, with the memory of that first Family Day when I was surprised by my 10 year old telling me he was going to live with his dad – without any consultation or warnin
As much as nobody wants to hear them, I don’t want to have to tell my stories. However, the way I have managed to stay out of hospital for all but three weeks of my life (and that was 42 years in, oddly enough, save an additional night or two here and there) is to be honest about what I am experiencing. Certainly, when it comes out as spontaneous improv comedy, it at least induces some smiles. However, I find people are generally averse to any emotional expression, buoyant or
I set up this account over a month ago with the intent of starting to apply some discipline to my writing. And, in that time, I have found more reasons not to begin than I can count.
Today, realizing that I have to start somewhere, I remembered how it all began. My life became a story out of necessity. I became a storyteller. For the first time, in this moment, as I write this, I can see how, perhaps, I use too many commas… Teeheehee! (Maybe not the first time on that one. I