I guess it’s safe to say I took a break from writing. Whenever I’m mentally in a weird place, I pull away from the keyboard in an effort to not add anymore negativity in the world. But a lot has happened since I left. I’m still seeing Flea Market Guy most days. We have an […]
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Well, I guess I should say it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I feel like I’ve written a lot, just never finished anything or gotten around to hitting the publish button. I think the last thing I posted was about my friend losing her shit […]
Parenting is a funny job. When your kids are young (especially if you are young too), you spend a lot of time worrying about all the things that could possibly go wrong. You wake up in the middle of the night to make sure you can see your baby’s little back or chest rising and […]
Valentine’s day was last week. Everybody was rushing to the store to buy flowers and chocolate and jewelry and pregnancy tests for the one they love. Well, maybe the pregnancy tests will be bought 4-6 weeks from now. But love was in the air. Even for Flea Market guy. He went as far as to […]
I have this back and forth, love hate relationship with relationships. On one hand, I think that I would love to have someone to share my life with. Someone to laugh with. Someone to come home to. Someone who “gets” me. But then there’s that part of me that hates the idea of having to […]
Tara Condell hung herself. You probably don’t know her. Or even know of her. She was a beautiful, young, successful woman who at a glance looked like the whole world was spoon-feeding her happiness. She hung herself, because she was not happy. And then people called her selfish. Suicide doesn’t make a person selfish any […]
I do my best self destruction in the winter. I try to keep myself occupied and happy-ish by any means necessary. I always fail because I usually turn to other people to entertain me and keep my mind off my inconceivable sadness. And every year I tell myself I’m not going to do it. I […]
