Thoughts to Live (and Die) By

“Tout vient a qui sait attendre.” All hoped-for things will come to youWho have the strength to watch and wait,Our longings spur the steeds of Fate,This has been said by one who knew.‘Ah, all things come to those who wait,’(I say these words to make me glad),But something answers soft and sad,‘They come, but often … Continue reading Thoughts to Live (and Die) By

Pride and Dumpster-Diving

I have grown children, and that’s the closest I’ll ever come to discussing my age. But having grown children is the reason the act of dumpster diving should be a distant memory for me, and it was. My neighbors across the road are moving. Their house sold in a day, undervalued in my mind. For … Continue reading Pride and Dumpster-Diving

XLVII Days

I know everything is not about me, but this is my blog, so it kind of is. With everything happening to me as of late: hurricanes, fires, pandemics, earthquakes, sharknados, I have but one regret. I’m disappointed in myself because I’ve been writing so sporadically. My excuse is that I struggle with anxiety; lately, it's … Continue reading XLVII Days

My Home Isolation Project

Today is 'No Politics Wednesday' on my imaginary calendar. What should we discuss? How about my self isolation project? I believe in turning every spare minute into an opportunity for self-improvement. When I drive, I practice my French with an audiobook, when I’m— hmm, that’s all I can think of. We are at a transitional … Continue reading My Home Isolation Project

Social Distancing March to April— a poem

Ventured out to the grocer, A day four weeks past; Always responsible, Muzzled in a face mask. ~ I saw no single soul With a face-covering. Which is meaningless; Because I couldn't see a thing. ~ This is an understatement: I was discomposed. While my glasses fogged up. Hell’s fire burned in my nose ~ … Continue reading Social Distancing March to April— a poem

My Morning Existential Crisis

All at the same time this morning: clap of thunder, loud💥BANG💥 (not thunder)—power goes out, and a twitter alert tells me @OfficialJesusH is following me. 🤔 What does it mean? I’m here in the dark having an existential crisis. (Also, I’m older than Jesus🙄) *UPDATE* the "Existential Crisis Hotline” retweeted this. What's happening?