I should have joined the circus. The workday is over. I spent most of it staring at the wall, and then in a last ditched effort at productivity, I put washi tape on an otherwise dull folder. This successful writer—with—loads—of—hashtag—2021—goals accomplishment left me with the idea that things would be better if I’d joined the…
Eight, I counted. Eight blog posts in 2020. All the time in the world with nowhere safe to go, an endless barrage of topics, and I have never written less. Maybe I was traumatized by the pandemic or the litany of lies we tell ourselves as a nation. Maybe I struggled to get over surviving…
There’s no sense in lying. I fell in strong like with this picture, and since I have to write a blog post today, I went with something that makes me smile. No. I do not know the adorable tatted man or his puppy dog. I simply needed inspiration, and there they were on iStock. Today…
We are only as blind as we want to be. Maya Angelou said that. At least I think she said it, maybe she wrote it. To be honest, I was drawn to the words first, and then I Googled who said them. You can’t always trust the internet to get quotes, or the quoted correctly,…
I turned ten years old on July 3rd. Well, not really. I started my blog ten years ago. I don’t like numbers. Their restrictions go past high school algebra into the mindset of our culture. Numbers can make us feel falsely badass or tragically small. I guess that alone explains why July 3rd came…
The Elements of Style commands, “Omit needless words.” I struggle with this every day. Ron is the master. I’m not sure I have ever reblogged before but I could not pass this one up. It’s perfect in sentiment and craft. Enjoy. Write what you know, they say so he writes the first draft of the…
A penny for your thoughts. My Uncle Jerry used to say that when I was a child, usually accompanied by a pinch on the cheek. He was a character that I didn’t appreciate as much as I would now if he were still in my life. Penny for your thoughts is an odd, older generation…
I have a big head. It’s something like 7 7/8, which is a ridiculous size for a female. When I was little my mom used to tell me it was because of my big brain. Yeah, she’s always been a glass-half-full kind of mom. I don’t look odd, in fact it looks the size of a normal…
I’ve only posted twice in April, well this is technically post number three. I’m not sure why. I’ve been working on other things, busy with life, wasting time lusting after Idris Elba. I don’t know. Things have taken priority over the laundry room and honestly I haven’t had much to say. Two posts in one…