It has been AGES. Read that again, AGES since I have blogged. My excuses are therefore lined up in a pretty little block so you can read them and feel bad, or skip them and show me no mercy. I promised myself that I would write often, and make it a ritual. And I have… Continue reading My new platform for inspiration
Written in December 2016. Posted now because it seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth before. Have you ever had a moment where ther light bulb just clicks on? A moment where you finally grasp a concept that you had been misunderstanding for far too long? That moment came to me 6… Continue reading The lightbulb that finally burned bright.
Fairwarning… This is not going to be a pretty well put together cookie cutter post. Its mostly ranting. But if you know the struggles of high school reunions or heck, the plain abserdity of high school, you’ll feel me. I just recieved an invitation on facebook to join a large group of people whom I… Continue reading High School Reunions. Whut?
Writing all of the words! But whats this? No blog posts since a few months ago? That is because I have been spending the entierty of November neglecting laundry, dishes, blogging, art and TBR books. Oh and Munch (haha, but not really Munch, because, you know, he is a human child, and even if you… Continue reading My November.
I can’t seem to start this blog correctly. So I am just going to start it. READY SET GO! I have had my ups and downs this summer. I was so fortunate to be able to visit with my wonderful family, attend my grandmother’s memorial in California and also play gypsy for a few weeks, which was… Continue reading Screen Lock then Home Button
Dear Munch, It has been a while since I have written you a letter, and even though I have been taking a hiatus from social media, and my blogging seems to be scarcer than water in a desert (I blame technology for that one), I was struck by quite a miraculous moment today that I… Continue reading The appearance of empathy
When I was young, we had a dog named Chelsea. She was a beautiful white American Eskimo Spitz and was my parents first “baby”. Chelsea lived to be 24 in human years, which, lets face it, was more than any human expected to commit to any pet, even one that is loved. Throughout those years,… Continue reading That Pink Stuff