I write about my neuroses for several reasons. The first is, write what you know. I’ve spent a lot of time with myself. We’re intimately acquainted. I also write to understand. The more you think about something, the more you come to know it. The more you know, the better you are equipped to fight. This is important when you start falling. Or not falling. … Continue reading It’s like being dragged.
I find it frustrating that the things not in my control, aren’t in my control. If they were, it would make life so much easier. If I could just control all the random. If I could just control other people. If I could just control my body. Then life would be perfect. Everything would be the way I want it. And, modesty aside, I think … Continue reading The year of being a good person.
I’ve been thinking about my “who’s driving the bus” life analogy. It’s been on my mind because my bus is missing. That’s not symbolism, it’s a literal thing. The bus has left the building, or at least my office. The bus analogy is basically this: our lives are a bus ride. Life is better if we’re driving the bus and in charge of our lives. … Continue reading Making better fashion choices.
I thought it was a loose crown. It was only put on six months ago, one of four treatments I could finally afford; three implants and a crown on one of the root canal victims. I like my new teeth and my crown. My cheeks no longer look like they’re collapsing. I can chew solid food again and I’ve eliminated the gaps in my smile, … Continue reading When it’s not a loose crown.
From Famine to Feast 