I have really good and really bad intuition. I have always chalked it up to never really knowing how to use what I have. Every time I dream about something and then it happens, I am shocked, because I have no idea how to tell the difference between a dream that’s a dream or dream … Continue reading The Day I Died →

Kylie, that was his name, the guy who gave me the Christmas lights. The garbage man, who was always bringing home treasures. He and his girlfriend Sarah lived two doors and one floor down from where Kelly and I lived and we floated between apartments, all of us plus whatever friends were hanging out on … Continue reading For Reta, the Rest →

A tear slides From my eyes And ruins my disguise Pools of blue Blur the view Of how I used to see you

Well, I ruined my life. Ok, ok, maybe not the WHOLE life but some of what I remember to be the good parts. Alright FINE. It’s not really ruined. Maybe it’s just sad. More sad. Well actually I’ve been in a happier mood than ever so that’s not right either. I quit drinking and eating … Continue reading Mercury Margaritas →

I understandWhy people become faithfulFor hope when there is noneFor grace when you’re wrongFor prayer when nothing else can be doneFor love when you’re aloneFor belief that the struggle is part of a divine planI understandBut all I want to do is scream at the sky

Back when I was young, and married to my first husband, in one of the many treatment programs he attended, we saw a family therapist. We were discussing my husbands mother, who was an alcoholic, and how it might impact my husbands new sobriety. Because she was an alcoholic, she did not see how her … Continue reading Bubbles →

We have a wedding to attend this weekend. The ceremony and the reception are both outdoors and it’s BYO everything, and pick your own spot in the grassy field by the river. I haven’t stopped worrying since we RSVP’d. Used to be all I had to worry about was being fat and finding the right … Continue reading Being Me →

I might have too much attachment to things. I do not know how to look at my grandma’s old dishes, only three plates left, now, some of them chipped, and not remember all the Sunday dinners I ate from those plates. The mashed potatoes in the matching bowl and the platter full of turkey or … Continue reading My Life in Junk →

The pandemic, I’ve decided, is like a break up. One of those bad ones where you’re either the surprised dumpee, or the other person has done something so horrible that you have no choice but to break up, which feels like being the dumpee anyway. At first, you don’t believe it. Just give it a … Continue reading Dumped →

This is a fundraiser post. I thought I’d tell you that up front, in case you want to leave, though you’re welcome to stay for the story. It’s a cause that’s near and dear to me, just like it is to one out of two women. I don’t post about it often, but it’s the … Continue reading Seasons Givings →