[Author’s Note: I usually embrace humor in my writing. Because who doesn’t love a good snort of ginger ale up their nose? This is a serious piece about my emotional state, past and present. You don’t need to read it. But I so needed to write it.]
I was never a big fan of Facebook. I was into blogging and tweeting and life was good. Until it wasn’t anymore. Continue reading “I Traded In My Rose Colored Glasses And This Happened”
What. A. Year. It began with a man I loved and a three month trip to Italy.
It ended with me finding out the man I loved is a lying cheater with no soul. Oh, and dead eyes. (I just realized this as I was writing this post.) A man who came with me on that trip to Italy just so he could “hook up” with the wife of a couple we met on our first trip to Italy. After a year and a half of sexting, and texting, and secret emails, and private Skype calls, I finally found out what was going on and he’s no longer part of my life.
(I’ll wait while you scrape off that mental layer of eww.) Continue reading “2016: My Year Of Hella No”
“I love you,” he said.
Out loud.
It’s been six months since I’ve heard those three words.
“You are my love,” he said.
Spoken. Overheard.
I stood still. Listening. Continue reading “The Conversation”
This is a rare occurrence for me. Two posts in one day. But it IS Valentine’s Day and if you can’t pull another post out of your bum, especially when it’s about what you love, on this day of all days, you need to put down that box of chocolates and join in.
Hippie Cahier sent out a Tweet asking if I wanted to join in with a free-write via Susie Lindau’s blog: take ten minutes, make a list of things you love and share it. Tell it. Scream it to the world. Okay, maybe not scream but perhaps in your “loud talker” voice. Continue reading “A Hashtag to love this Valentine’s Day”
It’s that time again. The annual new year’s listing of resolutions.
I’ve never warmed to this yearly ritual.
Taking the time to make a list of things I want to change about myself when I absolutely know I’ll lose the damn list right about the time I get to “lose 10 pounds, again.” seems like a waste of a perfectly good piece of paper.
I’m all about saving the trees, y’all. Continue reading “2015: The Year I Embrace THE LIST”
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