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.
Since WordPress keeps sending me helpful notifications regarding my old posts and publications, I decided I might as well take the hint and toss some of them back out into the universe for further consideration. Doing so makes me feel productive, and that’s good for my brain and needy ego, while the minimal work required is good for my terminal laziness. Win-win. header image credit: … Continue reading i used to have poetry (2018)
1. I’m not at my best in the fall – depression takes over and takes me for a ride. It’s interesting – I can feel my depression creeping up on me as October marches on, and I can feel my brain starting to come back online in fits and starts as December progresses. It’s an odd thing to feel your thinking turn back on. My … Continue reading December and the Primal Scream – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 