Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I went camping last weekend. It was lovely. “Lovely” because what’s better than sitting around a campfire with your friends? And when said campfire is perched beside a rushing river that snakes among a forest of eighty-foot-tall evergreens with butterflies fluttering in the nearby grasses and eagles circling overhead? Heaven. Plus, I make a mean margarita, and what’s camping without an afternoon cocktail? There’s no … Continue reading Avoid excess.
i would tell you i love you more than my life, that your existence is more vital than anything in the world, that your smile helps me up every day; i would tell you that since the first moment, when the pain and blood had passed and they put you in my arms, my heart was lost, my every happiness given into your care. … Continue reading i would tell you (poetry)
My garage is currently car-free. The space that’s normally available has been co-opted; it’s all a bit of a mess. This is the first time I haven’t been able to park my car under cover since I was twenty-seven. The garages in the homes I grew up in were always used as storage space. Always. It’s my dad. He’s a putterer. He has any number … Continue reading I was lucky.
My daughter says “I’m sorry” all the time. She’s standing in front of the sink, washing dishes. We have a dishwasher but my grandson’s bottles get washed by hand. Something about dirt collecting in the nipples. She’s busy but I want to throw something in the garbage. I step up beside her and say, “excuse me”, hoping she’ll shift slightly to right. She steps … Continue reading I’m sorry.
