This is not a lecture! I’m not trying to scold or shame anybody! What I am asking is for you, dear Reader, who are clearly a smart, compassionate, brave and loving soul, to defend, support, and normalize depression, anxiety, bi-polar, PTSD, schizophrenia, and all myriad forms of neuro-atypical struggles you see in the world. The […]
T-shirt edit: Life is too long to trade short-term pleasure for long-term pain. I saw an ad for that t-shirt, “Life is short, eat the donut,” online the other day, and it really struck me as a counterproductive thing to believe in. Donuts, pizza, cheeseburgers, beer, whatever your poison, there comes a point when continuing
I was looking back over past January posts, from previous, years, hoping for a little inspiration – and yeah, I think I got a little one, not a motherlode. January of 2021 broke me a bit, the four years of chaotic cruelty culminating in an insurrection … yep, that one left a mark. I’m not the
I barely went anywhere in 2020 and most of 2021. I used to be out and about all the time, driving here, there, meeting people, going to rehearsals and planning sessions and meeting with clients and being social with friends … it seemed like I was out in the world nearly every day. And then
Oh, January, deliver us from our bad habits and our weight gain and our out-of-shapeness, and do it NOW!!! Alas, no, January doesn’t work like that. Nor do February or March or any of the other ones. There is only one thing that ever works all the time, and it’s not fun or fast or
Betty White’s death last week was an impossible-seeming event. Most of us had never lived in a world where there wasn’t a Betty White. She was born in the ’20s and started working in television pretty much the minute it was invented, so she was, literally, a regular guest in our homes for decades. And
I used to walk and walk and walk. My dad walked to work, 1.5 miles each way, for years and years (and when he developed plantar fasciitis and stopped walking, within a year he was having a triple bypass. Just sayin). We walked uptown or to the mall to run errands, and we took walks
I may have ranted and raved about this before, I don’t remember. If so, forgive me. I’m ranting again. Samhain, sometimes called Halloween, is one of my favorite Pagan holidays. There is something purely magic about it as we celebrate slipping into the Long Dark, passing through the Sleeping Land, to re-emerge in Spring, reborn,
I made a house call recently. Don’t get your hopes up, it was for a cat. I mean, there are limits. The cat had been pretty traumatized; he had been a house cat for seven years and suddenly, he accidentally escaped out into the wide wide world, had a good freakout, and didn’t make it
I just packed up a bunch of stuff to go to the resale shop. Not exactly a newsflash, I know. But it a way, it was a monumental step for me. I also threw away a bunch of hose and stockings and their associated et ceteras, because I can’t remember the last time I wore
