I still get props, and I still don’t like it. I mean, on the one hand, props. On the other hand, props? I think I’m ambivalent because the praise isn’t for world-stopping thighs or brilliant prose. It’s for nothing in particular, in fact, and relates not at all to anything special. That this is not a new rant is simply proof that the problem of … Continue reading Props for the mundane, and stop it.
A computer screen is a cruel mirror but then, I already knew the truth about what it was showing. The bags under my eyes are dire. No makeup will hide them: we’re talking prosthetic construction, here. I love that I can appreciate moderately funny when I’m full of battle fatigue and rage a fair bit of the time. Luckily, they’re hard to access when severely … Continue reading Reblog: “What chronic pain management techniques are there? by ‘When Women Inspire’.”
Man plans and God laughs. Isn’t that how it goes? And yet, despite knowing the truth of those words, the random zigs and zags of life continue to surprise me. I’m currently computer-free. This wasn’t a choice, like my decision to bail on social media for a spell. “Spell” is such a nice, nostalgic word. I’d still have my HP on my desk if it … Continue reading Slightly adrift.
I made a thing. It’s not pithy but I like it. Continue reading Thoughts on inside voices.
From Famine to Feast 