Archive for stuff that is not evergreen but we want to keep. Old gift guide articles, etc.
The incessant scratching. It is an awful noise like nails from the inside of a closed coffin. What is that noise and from whence does it come? It is not the cat for she is sleeping curled near the fire as I write. Alone in the house, I listen intent on finding the source. There […]
This month I am participating in Just Jot It January. Basically, what this means is I am committing to write every day in January and writing is loosely defined as anything from one sentence to an entire short story. Whatever, I feel like doing that day is ok, as long as I write something. There are
I have a collection of collections. Does that mean I’m a collector? Maybe a hoarder or just sentimental? Waffles is not happy with the books Edie loves the yarn and ribbons Vinny snuggles in the handmade quilts while Chiquita prefers laundry fresh out of the dryer Porcelain cats and handblow glass Children’s art and pictures
Loudness, danger, excitement we are drawn like moths to a flame. Unrestrained, gregarious energy drawing us near drawing us out of our solitary shell. We are drawn to that radiant energy that part we don’t possess within. We don’t see it for what it is a lack of depth and emotion their armour to hide ancient
Brain dumping has freed me up from the confines I had placed on myself about what is a journal and what is a list. It allows me to just get it all out and down on paper. It gives me power over my own thoughts and helps to curb my anxiety. By spending a few
There are times that I am lost, adrift in a sea of emotions that I cannot identify. A small vessel battered by the storm. Tossed by waves of anger and apathy. Feeling helpless and yet feeling nothing. Tossed about like a child’s plaything until I am tossed aside, interest lost. [irp posts=”3950″ name=”Drowning”]
Living in a 4-plex has its ups and downs, pun intended. The revolving sets of neighbors, and the fact that someone lives over your head or under your feet all leads to some interesting occurrences. Not to mention we all have multiple pets. Currently living in the 4-plex we have: The Ups, they have to
Spider veins run up her thighs and disappear somewhere under her skirt. She hates this uniform. She hates this job. She hates the smells and the noise. Most of all she hates the guys in the back. They are always screwing up her orders and causing her to lose tips. Tips are what she lives
