WordPress is one of the few places I can be fully me. It’s an odd, being somewhat anonymous while also being, if you choose, incredibly open. Or, at least, more open than is my nature in the real world. It makes me happy to be here, to read what other people write, to pop in on people sharing similar stories and struggles. In the early … Continue reading So much gratitude.
My page is suddenly in Czech. I have no idea. This better not be what today is going to be like. Anyhow, I sent WP a message but they are invariably excruciatingly slow, so if anyone knows how this happened and how I can fix it, please help. It’s not even the full moon. Continue reading What?
My garage door had some work done. The other doors are going to talk – it looks five years younger, all shiny with a lustrous dark brown coat. New paint. The TLC was overdue. I’ve lived here for twelve years and prior to last week, the only maintenance the door received was an occasional drive-by washing. I can be shockingly negligent with home maintenance. It’s … Continue reading Perfectionism, a garage door, and some compulsivity.
I’m a “lady of a certain age”. That’s the term from the historical romances I have an affection for, though in those books, “a certain age” for women is anything over the age of twenty-two. I’m well-past twenty-two and have the eye cream to prove it. And yet, I don’t feel different from when I wasn’t “over the hill”. In my head, I’m as I … Continue reading A certain age and chin hair.
From Famine to Feast. 