Restart. (Blogtober #24)
My love for him knows no bounds, as you know. That said, if you assumed that I'd heard every song Sam Smith had sung so far, you'd be right. But, you see, I didn't buy the deluxe version of the album. So, when perusing YouTube yesterday for something to play on the headphones that would drown out …
An October Complaint. (Blogtober #21)
You've been warned. I should tell you that I was going to talk about positive things today: the lovely cool weather I met this morning, the fall leaves changing, all that. Instead, I'd like to discuss why women are rude to other women. We need to figure out why, lest I'm arrested for placing my hands around …
remember to look up…(Blogtober #18)
Blue Autumn. (Blogtober #17)
I have no doubt that men go through the blues. Nevertheless, I feel that as women, our hormonal shifts and complicated emotions just put us through the ringer, sometimes on a daily basis. And by the blues, I mean days that you, as a woman, open your eyes and just see the universe covered in the blue …
Gratitude Friday: The Friend Zone
A gratitude Friday has been long overdue, no? Referring to the title above, it's not the friend zone that we all know and shudder over. My friend zone is filled with good, delightful, loving, supportive and wonderful friends, and I'm so grateful for each and every one of them. Early in life, I understood the power of …
…so she did.
Oh, hi. Yes, I'm alive. I'm aliiiive. It's been a while, hasn't it? What I can say? I've been all over the place. So what did she (being me) do? I made strides on that musical bucket list by seeing this gentleman in concert last month. Even better, I took my mom and we screamed like …
I’d Like to Marry for Money, Please.
Got your attention, huh? When I was a teenager, I was like most young girls. I read Tiger Beat and BOP magazine and dreamed about Jonathan Brandis and New Kids on the Block and other movie/TV/music stars. Cute was everything. Whenever I imagined being married in the future--well, quite honestly, I didn't want a husband; I wanted to be Angela Bower, …
3:30AM.
It's the thorn in my side. The Moby D to my Captain Ahab. The unholy half hour. Unfailingly, whether I'm distressed or experiencing the sporadic insomnia that enjoys visiting me or waking up from a rhymes with sightmare (I don't even utter the word, ya'll; my dreams are crucial), 3:30 is the time when it …
The Wedding.
Like I said, I chose to be joyful. On Saturday, two of my friends got married. It was a lovely wedding--sweet, simple, understated. I got to see good friends and family and dance these weak knees into lovely oblivion. And, if you're wondering... Overall, I was happy. Inside this mind and heart, however, was a …
This Square Peg. 