Figure this out, this month has been a complete fog. Maybe it’s the cold, or post holiday blues, I just can’t put my finger on it. I’ve been thinking about my mom, she passed in January two years ago and oddly I wasn’t so melancholy about it last year on the first anniversary of her death. Continue reading “Perplexity”
There was an IG Challenge going around recently to describe yourself by posting 3 fictional characters that could represent you. I couldn’t do it. There’s Flo the happy, upbeat, cheery Progressive Insurance woman, sure. (I’ve been told this by certain family members.) Of course there’s my inner Phoebe Buffet, the spiritual dingbat. I can be a bit of a wallflower in an Ugly Betty sort of way. Then there’s Bridget Jones. Maybe Sergent Carter? ask my son. Judging Amy? Or is that Judge Judy? Mother Theresa. I don’t know. Wait. Those last two aren’t fictional. They don’t count. Continue reading “The Joy of Inner Divergence. Well, Sometimes.”
Black and white, its refined elegance that I see, that’s the way I’ll go, that’s what they should see, that’s me, that’s the very part of me not many see.
The laughter comes, the colorful laughter, laughter like a rainbow, lets slide, stripped away goes the polish, but isn’t it all absurd anyway. Continue reading “Rabbit Hole”
It’s been awhile. I have a confession, while I’ve been away from the keyboard I realize, though truly have always known, I have a potty mouth, Continue reading “Pretty Pictures and Purple Prose”