The older I get, the less BS I can tolerate. Or perhaps it's the more therapy I have, the less shit I will let people get away with. I know that I do not tolerate people cussing me out. On multiple occasions I have had to put up a very solid boundary of "I do … Continue reading A little list.
Parkland
I still remember when it happened. I was working at CNN and for days we watched those poor traumatized kids. As time went on those kids grew into angry minors on the verge of voting. It was exciting to see them rally, and in some cases, run in future elections. I've spent the last 3 … Continue reading Parkland
Nine days.
I had a dream last night about an old friend. I know why it happened and it bothers me. It bothers me that after so many years of no contact I hear her voice in my head when I start to think about writing about what has happened in the last two weeks. And I … Continue reading Nine days.
Cruisin like a boss!
Photo dump!
Roe.
Today was the first time I actually let myself say it out loud. It sounded as petty out loud as it did in my brain and that’s ok. “There is NOTHING men can do that is more than making a person.” It’s jealousy, it’s control, it’s spite. It’s meant to keep us in our place. … Continue reading Roe.
Hard work pays off.
I got it done.
Me and my dirty mouth.
It finally happened. My mouth got me thrown in the facebook slammer. I have no regrets, it was a GREAT comment. I'd tell you what it was, but I don't want my account locked indefinitely! Sometimes it takes something small for big change--and since I couldn't scroll and comment, I decided to take down Christmas. … Continue reading Me and my dirty mouth.
I just can’t decide
There are so many things I could name this, I’m overwhelmed. The truth is that as I get older, my ADHD and anxiety are morphing. And the depression—please let’s not forget that fun one! They are all changing and I find that my previous exceptional coping mechanisms are no longer cutting it. Sometimes the thought … Continue reading I just can’t decide
Pugzilla
It’s a lounge in the sun kind of day.
QOTD
Last night at work we aired a piece on the Rodney King verdict and subsequent LA riots. I was in high school and remember when it happened because it was one of the first times I started pushing back at my father who was a stunning racist. I was always aware of how racist my … Continue reading QOTD
Amazeball Crafting 