To Be Continued…or Not

I crack my windows open and the cool winds and bird songs breeze into the room. “Hello, God,” I think as I can feel my soul mend a tiny bit to the sound of the Stellar Jay who lives in the tree right outside my window. “It’s so nice to know you’re still here. The…Read more »

God’s Boobs

The empty grocery stores and continuing complete lack of effective spiritual awakening in the US thus far are two things that stand out the most for me about the pandemic so far. I’ve been social distancing myself for three years now and my lifestyle hasn’t changed much at all because of the lockdowns and such.…Read more »

Hard Landings

What do you get when you cross a dissociative woman with some unidentified vague sexual trauma history with xanax and an appointment with a colorectal surgeon? I don’t know. I don’t know what you get. Why? Because I heard my name called as I sat in the waiting room and the next thing I remember,…Read more »

Bendy Sea Stars & a Hardass

I’m feeling my Angry Feminist vibe right now because of my hometown’s excitement over their NFL team’s win today. I struggle with football as a cheer-able sport anyway because I watched my son bruise and sprain his body and get more than one concussion throughout most of his childhood and into college for the specific…Read more »

Fem’s Rant and Ninjas

I was correct in guessing that things were getting a “shifted” inside me when I wrote last. It is still so hard for me to accept when it’s happening even when I’ve already accepted that it does happen! What a conundrum, eh? I know what caused it this time too – I had the news…Read more »

Who Dafuq Knows?

I walked on the beach for at least three hours today; picking up trash, listening to music on my earphones and writing this post in my mind. The words won’t flow as easily tonight because I’m not “myself”…I don’t think I have been for at least two or three days. It is still hard for…Read more »