5 Completely Uninteresting Things About My Writing

5 Completely Uninteresting Things About My Writing

1. I am absolutely certain no one reads this blog. That gives me an awesome amount of freedom to write whatever I want. 2. I dig posting songs that reflect my mood for the day. I pretty much have to scratch 25 years of music since the divorce since every song reminds me of the ex-husband, which limits me to Oingo Boingo, The Cure, Depeche Mode and Bob Schneider, who is a new discovery and has no visceral memory attached. I kinda miss the 90’s music, but it’s a small sacrifice to keep from the memories to flood in. 3. I think it’s interesting to read what real writers think is important about writing, but in the end, I write whatever the hell I want. 4. I think Anne Lamott should run for President, or something even higher than that. She’s...

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Bob Schneider is My New Jam

Bob Schneider is My New Jam

Woke up in a stupor Guess it’s time to face the pooper Sometimes I feel like superman Sometimes I’m just recuperating, yeah My head is twisting in it’s cage My mind feels like a twenty gage I hope it’s just a passing stage My heart’s not red, it’s Beige And it’s days like this that burn me Turn me inside out and learn me Not to tell you anything I think I know But I think I’ll tell you all that I know Try to tell you all about it Thought you might’ve, Lord, I doubt it Everyday’s a waste, I know And everyday’s a funeral Cutting out I’m feeling lost Lost my mind I’m Mr. Frost Collected all the evidence I’m off the edge, I’m on the fence And it’s days like this that burn...

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Dads Never Leave You

I dreamed of my Daddy last night. One of those vivid dreams where you can almost swear that you’re in their presence. I love those dreams because it gives me faith in the Universe that those we love never really leave you – they just change energy into something else. I try and reconcile my faith as a follower of Christ with this and the only thing I can say is that I can’t define “Asleep in Christ” and so I accept these gifts of connectivity with awe and wonder at what they mean, but I don’t delve too deeply because it’s just enough that I got to talk to my Daddy last night, even if it was a weird dream that my cousin shot me and he was sitting by my hospital bed. We talked of modern things and his wisdom was the same...

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Juice Fast – Day 6

Juice Fast – Day 6

This is less of a blog post and more of a whiny rant about headaches, body aches, sneezing, itchy skin and detoxification while I juice fast for the next 60 days. I know this will pass, but in the meantime, it sucks. The first few days are the hardest, I know, and I also know my body is pretty toxic from weeks of extra medication over the holidays so it’s been a little rougher than in juice-fasts-past. So, I whine and wait for this to pass. And you get to read about it. Lucky you. Thanks for being my friend, all the same. Related articles across the web How to Juice Fast...

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Shedding Skin

I haven’t posted in a while. It seems like my whole life is different – I’m a different person, even. Separated for more than a year with a short, few-weeks long reconciliation only to have the whole thing blow up like fireworks. We’re both done although neither one of us has the courage to file. We’re friendly, co-parent well, run our business brilliantly. We just can’t seem to live together. And that hurts. So, I work on me. I work on work, and more work. I work out, I tan. I stay busy and love on my girls from afar since they’re both in college. I got a puppy which I genuinely regret some days and other days she’s the reason I get out of bed. My subconscious must know something I don’t. I’m happy....

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Sometimes You Should Just Let Danny Elfman Speak For You.

I would really like to know you better But sometimes I’m afraid that it’s not meant to be I would like to believe in something higher But I can’t get a grip on all the little things When the night comes I cannot sit still you see And the years they have not been so kind to me Got a gallery of figures standing all in a row And every single figure has a soul of its own But I never look back Never look back Don’t turn your back on me (Chorus) (Hey yeah) My life has come unraveled again Like so many threads (Hey yeah) my life has begun unfolding In so many pieces (Hey yeah) my life has come unraveled again like so many threads in the wind – drift away – drift away There’s a time and a place For understanding And a time...

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The Whole Soul of Motherhood

The Whole Soul of Motherhood

I have a lot of kids. I mean, like a LOT of kids. Like the old woman that lived in the shoe. Except with a cappuccino machine. Only two were gestated. The rest were gifts. Some were wrapped up nice and pretty, and some just sort of showed up alongside the others. Some are refugees. Some come from broken homes, and some from great homes. I love them all, with a fierceness that surprises even me sometimes. When someone hurts them, or ignores them, it makes me really, really mad. I generally say something. There are generally expletives. I didn’t realize that I was going to be mom to a lot of kids. It just sort of ended up that way because kids hung out with my girls and saw that my girls talked to me and liked me (generally) and I liked hanging out with them,...

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