The words we use; the consequences thereof.
My mother misses being able to use the word “gay”. It used to mean “lighthearted and carefree”. You can’t use it in conversation in that context anymore, whatever she thinks. That was then and this is now and language isn’t static however much some people argue it should be… Continue reading The words we use; the consequences thereof.
The opposite of anger.
What is the opposite of anger? That question popped into my thoughts as I was walking around a local lake Sunday afternoon. The question came to me on the heels of a sudden onset of rage. Utterly inappropriate to the moment at hand, the over-the-top anger was consuming. I wondered where it came from, why was it happening in that moment?… Continue reading The opposite of anger.
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.
