Today is Thanksgiving here in the United States. People all over will be cooking, eating, watching football, doing LOTS of drinking. Then the really crazy ones will wake up early tomorrow morning to get the good ‘Black Friday’ deals. I’m not exactly sure when I began to despise the holidays. Probably after a few yearsContinue reading “Deadsgiving”
Life during a pandemic can get old & monotonous. My family & I have begun some fun routines. It all started with a bulgar bowl. At the start of the school year, all of our boys were at school on Fridays & hubby & I worked from home. We treasured these days, with a quietContinue reading “Foodie Family Fun”
Drinking in my 20’s was so much fun. At 22, I met my hubby at a small, rickety, hole-in-the-wall bar. It wasn’t a place my friend and I went to find a husband, we even bet who could find the guy with the most teeth (we were in our 20’s and MEAN AF). I vaguelyContinue reading “When the Party’s Over: The Pitcher Plant Theory”
I realized that without knowing about the ego and the awful voice it has, I’m certain my writing would have never gotten this far. All summer long, that voice was like, This story is stupid. You’re wasting your time. No one will ever read this. You should stop now.
For the longest time, I haven’t been the biggest fan of birds. I think it started when I was a teenager working at the vet clinic. We had an avian doctor and I hated, repeat hated working with the birds. They were so delicate, you could crush them with the wrong move of your finger,Continue reading “Dead Birds”
I have a MAJOR case of the “F*** It” today. I’ve felt like a pressure cooker from the moment I picked up my phone today (mental note to not do that again). My mood was exasperated by darkness and pouring rain, a leaky basement that we keep throwing money at with no success, and aContinue reading “Day #520- The F*** It’s”
There’s a silent war going on, and it appears to be going unnoticed. There’s a large divide, the haves and the have nots, and I’ve never seen anything like it in my adult life. I don’t know, maybe I’m noticing because I’m directly in the middle, and if shit really hits the fan, I couldContinue reading “The Vanishing Middle Class”