The Monster Within

I'm not sure if everyone has a monster living inside them. I assume so simply because mine is so grievous, I suppose. Sometimes I think people view monsters as things that happen to them, rather than being a part of themselves. But, for me, I've never assumed that the monsters acted upon me but rather …

And This, Too, Is Life – Hour ONE

6:15 - get up, fall down the stairs amid 2 large dogs, coax them to sliding glass door which refuses to open because you're too tired to remember the safety lock 6:20 - after multiple curse words that the dogs now know well send them out "to go potty", one dog obeys although it is …

Economy

words they come in spurts and spurtles dribbling a gaseous odor attempting to cajole and cater and cavort with a world outside the bubble an economy imposed by grief

Connecting the Dots

I don't blog much anymore. Lol. Could you tell? The combination of my dad's death and moving in to take care of my mom and buying a farm and now having my husband traveling for work and gone most of the time zapped my creativity along with my time. Writing in general has taken the …

The Older I Get

The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most …

8 months dry

For the past 8 months I have done almost no writing. After the death of my dad, the world, my world careened out of control. That's not to say I went off and pretended to be a college kid again or anything, no drugs or all night binges here. But grief does things to the …

What Are You Doing?

I'm a great connoisseur of art. Ha! I love art ... I consider myself artistic. But I wouldn't have the first clue what it means to be a connoisseur. And the thing is, I don't really care. To me art is a process of how I see the world. Take for instance my odd passion …