I get asked this a lot I think people feel sorry for me Living this singular life The one apparently left behind I’ve spent a lot of time and quite a few dollars trying to answer it Believing that somehow my life must be lacking Why else would I be so invested in Yo Gabba…
Tag: Post-a-Day
freedom’s manifesto
when i grow up i want to be whole when i grow up i want to dip my toe in the water then decide poolside or bellyflop when i grow up i want to count stars instead of calories when i grow up i want to whistle work at play lean into the wind and sail…
i am more than my vagina
as an independent free thinking woman i’ve been thinking a lot about my choices this fall. the reality is that even after 100 years of women protesting marching and attempting to secure equal rights and protection under the law we still make 23 cents less than men. and when it comes to issues of health…
woman interrupted
suspended between 2 worlds i exist neither here nor there time traps me taunting it ensnares multitasking trickery i once juggled dubiously without regard to circumstance or second chance now i glide between dimensions not quite defined where legos rule children scream there are demands pulling at me memos to be sent proposals to be written and…
a 21 day deadline to…next
i am 21 days shy of my 98 day goal. sitting here writing i’m not sure how i feel about that, these evening works have brought a structure to my day that i frankly lacked before. its allowed me to have conversations before impossible. to excise and share works previously housed in my head. i’ve…
truth, a work in progress
the stuff of revolution of evolutions Love Love turns a weakness in on itself Love an impulsion‘s magnitude resulting in the formation of galaxies anew Love omniscience Love connects us each to the other Love power bringing forth itself igniting Love causing your soul to come aflame make Love not a…
life without credit…there are worst things
here’s the thing i’m an american. i’m an american without a usable credit card. and to be honest i’m beginning to wonder if maybe that makes me less of an american than the american i was before when i was the proud carrier of multiple low interest high privilege cards of credit. i’m inconvenienced. alot….
alzheimers…a memory bestowed
my grandmother was an alzheimer’s patient. before that she was a mother of the church. before that she was grandmother to seventeen grandchildren. before that she was a sunday school teacher. before that she was the children’s choir director. before that she was an officer in the missionary program. before that she taught others how…
get a grip…it’s just kindergarten
deeply you wish to trap the moment freeze it for futility sake to keep and harbor as close to your heart as humanly possible parenting is foolhardy work in measures we release them into streams unknown for the sake of saying we have safely conquered nightmares, needles and the naughty naughty no no’s screamed by…
i wanna dance like the blues
I wanna dance like the blues Slo and determined Stumping the funk out Like what’s past us over And tomorrow a prospect so distant it ain’t worth my time I wanna dance like the blues Fill myself up with longing So intense it comes out in groans Gyrating till dawn I groove I move…
fearfree living 