I will not blog while drunk
I will not blog while drunk
asking a grieving person to feel better, just so you feel better for having comforted them, is less than appreciated. You are actively interrupting a process that happens organically in the soul. I cannot feel better, nor can I pretend I’m not changed from grief, for the sake of your comfort or ego. I can …
A woman stands in a doorway watching sheets of rain fall from a poorly guttered roof. It’s the sort of rain that can be called a downpour; relentless in its assault on the city. She’s so used to the rain. Used to the way it soaks into the ground until the earth is saturated and …
I am not being nice. I know I’m not being nice and I should probably find a way to be nice, but a good friend told me, “don’t be nice, be good”. I don’t think they meant “be mean”. I’m fairly certain they meant that nice anyone can do. It’s not an ethical dilemma to …
Craven’s Antique and Book Emporium had been, before it was a repository for the old and eclectic, a hotel. Not an entire hotel, a restaurant and lobby and several smallish rooms along a balcony overlooking the main lobby that were really only fit for single travelers who didn’t mind the smallish beds, the lack of …
only not this month. I’m struggling to share words that are meaningful. Even speaking them is hard. I have too much sadness. It’s overshadowing everything.
There is a common misconception that Extroverted individuals are never shy, want to be around all the people all the time, or are, in general, happy go lucky individuals that experience little to no social anxiety. It’s a fallacy I am going to dismantle for you right here and now. I have stated before I …
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The wee lass jumped so hard at the sound of his voice that she banged her head against the low hanging ceiling. He only felt a little bad. If he hadn’t suspected what she was up to, she’d be knee deep in a mess now. Humans. So …
Sometimes we need gentle reminders that we are still human. Today that reminder came to me in the form of overwhelming grief. It was okay. I lived. I’ll live if it happens again. Because grief is human. And it reminds us that we get very little say in when we will be taken from this …
It had started out as a Very Good Day. Her eyeliner went in without smudging, the cats had not puked on anything in the night, her coffee brewed perfectly dark and perfectly hot and the walk to the bus stop, although bitingly cold, was under a sky so blue and a sun so bright she …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 