Yesterday morning I woke up in St. Louis. I rolled out of bed hours before I needed to and showered, checked to make sure everything was packed for my trip home, worked a little, and then met some folx in the hotel lobby for pre-breakfast tea and coffee. I was feeling a lot tired. A … Continue reading panic on the streets of St. Louis…
The other morning, just before waking, I had a strange, potent, boring, unusual dream. I'll skip all the parts about finding out that my grandparents had separately faked their own deaths and opened a bookstore with a courtyard and duplex out back. And the part where my grandfather asked me to come and clean out … Continue reading I have no idea what’s going on…
This morning after going out to breakfast my daughter and I went to the pet supply store. It's mostly a dog supply store but in one corner of the store, one very large corner, it's filled with a huge variety of cat related items from the practical to the extravagant. We took our time looking … Continue reading Did you get a new cat?
It was about 16 months ago that I scheduled an appointment with my doctor, a woman who had developed great rapport and had earned my trust and respect, in order to mumble and skirt the issue and then cry when telling her I no longer felt able to cope with my anxiety on my own. … Continue reading confessions of a former sauce packet hoarder…
This is not my story to tell, but sometimes you tell a story anyway. A story that impacts you deeply. One that has informed and influenced your entire life. One that you've known since the day you were born, but can't possibly know all of. Despite what the title says, the story starts more than … Continue reading 50 years…
Last night I when I went to bed I was tired. Very tired. I was looking forward to a night of healthy natural sleep. I had brushed my teeth, put up my hair, and put on this one song that's supposed to make you sleepier than any other music-scape ever created. As my head nestled … Continue reading You’re letting me do what?
There's a song called Grandma's Hands and when I listen to it I hear the words Bill Withers shares. I hear him talk about his grandma and I feel everything she was to him and to their community. And despite the fact that his grandmother and mine had seemingly nothing in common, I can't help … Continue reading Grandma’s Hands…
Okay universe. I hear you loud and freaking clear... Noted. The universe, it totally gets that message. It knows what I'm talking about, but let me expand a bit for the rest of you while I preach and also practice. You can't effectively care for others when you're not taking care of yourself. You can't … Continue reading practice what you preach: community builder self care edition…
A couple of months ago I woke up and realized that, despite the learnings of my youth, turning 42 was not in fact the answer to life the universe and everything. Mostly because in order to be the answer there must be the question. I'm not a question so much as I am a work … Continue reading on being the answer to life the universe and everything…
This post is not going to have any pictures because no one wants to see a picture of hives. It's not like my hives were in the shape of Mickey Mouse or a cute heart swirled into a mocha foam or a deity. They were just hives. Itchy painful insanity making hives. And I had … Continue reading and then I had hives…
