I probably don’t have breast cancer.
I had a mammogram this morning. It was not an auspicious start to a Friday. The day gets worse when you get a call not two hours later from a nurse at the breast clinic, telling you “the radiologist has some concerns; can you come in Tuesday morning?”… Continue reading I probably don’t have breast cancer.
An old poem.
mild trigger warning – some references to self-harm I’m working on my autobiography. I’ve finished it, in that I’ve written something that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I’m now starting on the edits and it’s proving to be a challenge. All flashbacks and ugly feelings and acting out when I’m done. I spent yesterday in a depressed wallow following four hours of … Continue reading An old poem.
The lessons we learn.
Life is a series of lessons. What’s important is what we learn. Good things teach us but so do the bad times. Often, however, we learn the wrong lessons… Continue reading The lessons we learn.
It seemed like a good idea at the time (it might still be).
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I’ve been looking at buying a car. It started with needing a new battery but I got sucked into test driving some newer, smaller, more fuel-efficient vehicles and the next thing you know I started thinking about how I needed a new car, how I deserved a new car, and how I could easily afford the payments.
None of those things are true…
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From Famine to Feast 