Dear, sweet, tenacious, powerful, funny, smart, beautiful daughter, I’ve avoided writing this because I fear the myriad emotions that will accompany it. I worry that I am unable to bear the weight of… Read More
I’m eating salt and vinegar chips for breakfast. The first half of the bag tasted amazing and carefree and reckless in a bad girl kind of way. The second half tastes like bloat… Read More
I haven’t died/run away/gone blind. I’m just tired, and unmotivated, and trying to fight of The Big Dark while the real dark of winter creeps in. I’m not alone, so it seems. Lots… Read More
Human in Recovery, being the wicked-cool bloggess she is, started the Courageous Confessionals Blog Award. It’s an effort to recognize someone who is “on a personal journey of healing, wholeness, and community through sharing your… Read More
Like many people, I get paid to do stuff. I wish I got paid to do nothing, like Paris Hilton, or a Montreal Police Officer, but until that dream comes true, I gotta… Read More
Monsters are afraid of monsters too. Having said that, I know (damn, do I know), that though perspective is important, it takes a lot more than “happy thoughts” to dig yourself out of… Read More
I’m done. They let me loose. Graduated Stigma cum Loud. Now I have to DO SOMETHING. Get work, or apply for financial assistance, or start a counterfeit operation. Gotta find a hobby. Gotta leave the… Read More
