As most of you know, my blog is anonymous. I’ve never and will never connect my name to it. I have on occasion, however, told some friends about it (3) and allowed people to read particular articles from it, not knowing that they were mine. For those of you following longer than others, you’ll remember … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Writing
Resolutely Timid aka Ass Backwards
Sometimes I feel like I get things ass backwards. Words are more likely to be music to me than any soundtrack will ever be. I hear the nuance behind the words, The meaning, before I hear the words themselves. I see his beauty before I realize he is broken and The more broken you become … Continue reading
Raise a glass for the other side of Someday.
You can tell can’t you? Tell that I am typing more, that somedays I need this a little bit more than others. Today, and yesterday, the day before. This is the only measure I have for whether or not things are right or wrong for me. It’s amazing isn’t it the person that we fail … Continue reading
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Likes and No Views: My biggest blogging pet peeve
I get the emails saying so-and-so liked your post and go to check the stats to see absolutely no one has even viewed that post. What the heck is that? It drives me mad. Those people who like your post, but don’t read are trolls. That’s what I think they’re the people who want to … Continue reading
Tiny Flashy Beggar Season
That’s summer around the ‘marts’ of the country. Little able bodied kids standing around slurping drinks and shaking cans. I think I would consider myself a let leaning independent and it still pisses me off a little to see them out there rattling the change jars to make money for their teams or organizations. I … Continue reading
The Laid out Life
I think we like the life laid out The one that we can predict And see the other shore. It’s the light at the end of the tunnel The knowing that you’re going somewhere Because you’ve got somewhere you’re going. We don’t like the darkness The abyss that is not knowing The inability to tell … Continue reading
After Mother’s Day thoughts from a genetic dead end.
It wasn’t as hard as Christmas, but Mother’s Day is not so fun. I get all kinds of hugs from people saying stuff like: I can’t wait until you have kids; or happy future mother’s day. My mother in law told me that she always wishes for a grand baby from me. They ask when … Continue reading
“It’s not you; it’s me.” When you mean it.
You’re amazing You’re my light You are everything I’m not You humble me And by humble I really mean it. You’re perfection and I see it everyday. And I work so hard to keep up with you, but I am so exhausted. I am exhausted from trying to be perfect in everything I’m not. I … Continue reading
The heart of the Heart of it.
In my hands It’s all in my hands He’s in my hands He’s not safe there But he’d be safe there If I knew it. If I knew that he’d be safe there Then he’d be safe there. But how to teach myself How to make me know it? How to learn that if I … Continue reading