My weekend was a cacophony of leaf blowers, chainsaws and mowers. My legs and arms bear bloody scratches from thorns and random branches, and I have tight and sore muscles that I didn’t even know existed. I see myself as a gardening enthusiast and I totally am if you count …
Sometimes so much good stuff is going on in my life that I forget that it was only a little over four years ago when the shit hit the fan in my alcoholism, and brought me both figuratively and literally, to my knees. It’s natural that we want to put …
But there is only forward, no other wayTomorrow is your hope at the end of the dayAnd gold turns gray, and gold turns gray –Stay Gold, First Aid Kit As I listen to the melodious harmony of their voices I can’t help but begrudgingly admit that this *new* favorite song …
So, another birthday has come and gone without much fanfare, and that’s just fine by me. These days, a quiet evening at home spent with tacos and Godiva (imma wee bit bougie) cheesecake is my first choice, over what used to be a loud bar and waking up with random …
You guys it’s ridiculous, it really is. I’ve had a post that I’ve been working on, for say, two months now, and it just hangs here in WordPress mocking my laziness and procrastination. And really, it’s not laziness, as much as it is my own judgment of my material. Is …
“NO BURN NOTICE at the campground!” That’s the text I received recently as I was packing up my Jeep for a weekend trip with some of my oldest friends and favorite people. It’s been super dry here in the South and they vetoed open flames in our campground, but we …
We are constantly in a state of change and transition. Nothing is permanent, I’m learning. . . slowly. One could argue that a Cirrhotic liver feels pretty damn permanent, but I’m certainly not going to last forever, so I suppose that ultimately proves my point. These last four years have …
“So, my Aunt survived a plane crash a few decades ago. And it was just as terrible as you’d imagine, she said. They had to dump fuel out, and people were praying and crying, and it was just an absolutely horrific experience. But every five years or so, she’d get …
I was discussing the current season of the Handmaid’s Tale recently with some gals, and I casually mentioned that if I found myself a handmaid that I like to think I’d be one of the kick-ass ones, who are constantly getting side-eyed for being suspect. A fighter and supporter of …
This week I’m fortunate enough to reunite with my best friends on the planet, my life long soulmates, my sisters from some other misters, the Douchebags. See above, minus my big ole school bus head on the far left. We haven’t been together in over a year and I’ve missed …
