Mother’s Day– The H is Silent

Disclaimer: This is not a pleasant post. I’m not in my happy place. I’m not even in my- I can joke or rhyme my way out of this abyss, place. I don’t scorn all holidays. Okay, maybe I do. I detest some more than others depending on the year. My three most hated holidays are … Continue reading Mother’s Day– The H is Silent

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

How is Your Pandemic Going?

I hope you are not among those suffering illness, and that you are merely among those in "lockdown” purgatory, like me. I have accomplished much since official isolation began yesterday at 3:00 PM. I have created a body dent on my sofa cushion.I have thought about doing my taxes.I've cleared unnecessary papers off my refrigerator … Continue reading How is Your Pandemic Going?

Today I Put Dog Food in the Coffee Grinder

I had to put my 15-year-old pup down on Wednesday. I wrote about her just last week. I've been expecting this for over a year, not wanting to be the adult and make a decision. Tuesday night, she started bleeding. I took her to the pet ER, along with two of my three offspring. My … Continue reading Today I Put Dog Food in the Coffee Grinder

Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey

T’ be youngest yer blessed and yer cursed Tho loose lips claim bein’ middle’s worst Yer ma’s big regret: Years swabbin’ the deck Fer time’s cruel, and can ne'er be reversed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Give no quarter to tricks nature plays Ye’ll be me laddie all o’ yer days Wi’ yer sea legs on Heave ho, chase … Continue reading Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey

A Pirate Limerick Fer Yer Mums Day

*Repostin from Mum’s Days of yore— fer tis a mumosa hoistin day fer sum, argh. Deep in me core aye heart me spawn three, Me three spawn, they say, also heart me. Once joined at the hip, Till through they did slip, Since then aye’ve naer longed to be free. *more mother’s day👇🏼 https://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2016/05/07/what-did-you-weigh/