Dogs are our link to paradise. They do not know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace. –Milan Kundera
So many years ago my journey to this moment started with a stupid dream. It was January 2013. Six years later I am divorced, still single, broke, lonely and fat. I don't say those things to elicit sympathy. I state them as basic facts. While I currently feel stagnant and unable to get out of… Continue reading OK without knowing the WHY
You know, it doesn't really matter what is going on in your world. If it's driving you crazy, stressing you out, making you cry, then it stinks. All of it. I have a co-worker recently diagnosed with cancer. My best friend is trying valiantly to mend a broken heart. Another friend feels overwhelmed with single… Continue reading Life Stinks
I have a dear friend who refers to the men in her life as various root vegetables. Her ex is "The Turnip." Someone she cares deeply for is "The Onion." When she starts referring to someone as "The Carrot," I will really start to wonder about her choices in life. But seriously, the moniker that… Continue reading Root Vegetables
How did you spend your New Year's Eve? At a party with lots of people you barely knew? With lots of drinks, laughter and music? Kissing someone you loved at midnight? Or did you stay home, alone, in your pj's, not really caring what the rest of the world did to ring in 2019? Watching… Continue reading Happy New Year
My legs drive me crazy sometimes. After sitting for an extended period of time, the sensation kicks in. I experience an uncontrollable urge to move my legs. I get the creeping sensation that something is moving inside my skin. Not literally moving, not like a horror movie-type moving. It's more like I can almost feel… Continue reading Restless Soul Syndrome
My friend and I have our own secret language. We have reduced complex, emotional experiences down to simple words or phrases. One that is most commonly used is "I touched the wound today." How often have you had a wound, whether a bug bite or cut or blister that you just can't leave alone? <Insert… Continue reading Touching the Wound
