Sugar is a scary thing I added sugar to the last of the blackberries I bought at Lepp’s – they’re a smidge bitter – when a memory hit me. We used to head out to the field/school yard behind the house in the summer months to pick blackberries when I was young, we being my parents and two brothers. Once the various ice cream buckets … Continue reading Blackberry thoughts – a journal joint
I’m not a good person to be around these days. I’m a little bit mean and a little bit nasty, a little too often, and when you add a side of impatient judgmentalism, you get someone who should practice being a hermit more. Preferably a hermit who doesn’t send messages or emails, or who makes calls to businesses or people I want to maintain relationships … Continue reading I get mean when I struggle – a journal joint.
Thin and Defensive In early April, I got into another argument with my daughter. ‘Argument’ is a bit of a misnomer – it was more in line with a harangue by her towards me. It caused me a fair bit of mental distress, and I’ve come to realize that we can’t live together again. It’s not good for me. It’s not good for either of … Continue reading Flirting With Relapse – a journal joint.
Self-criticism I’m a professional when it comes to pointing out my flaws and mistakes. I rarely give myself grace. I have little mercy when it comes to slips and missteps. You’d think I was running evaluations for the Olympic committee. I have more grace for other people. Other people are expected to be human, to make mistakes, and to be imperfect. These are lessons … Continue reading Be Aware of the Unkind Inner Voice.
From Famine to Feast 