You Can’t Complain!

Photo by Bernard Hermant on unsplash.com Oh, I beg to differ, and I’m mildly offended. You’re seriously underestimating my abilities. What’s this “can’t” word you speak of? It does not compute, register, or sound like a word spoken in the queens English. I can’t, allegedly, complain? Girrrl. Boyyy. Um, insert your preferred pronoun, and own... Continue Reading →

Well That Was Refreshing

Photo by Jon Tyson on unsplash.com A few days ago, I posted a picture on Instagram wearing a mask and hashtagged it wear your damn mask. It’s not a political statement. The only agenda I’m pushing is one where I don’t die from the thing that I cannot mention. You know it. You hate it... Continue Reading →

But You Almost Died!

Photo by Juan Vargas from Pexels Oh, the drama of a near-death experience. The intense rush of complicated emotions. The heart-racing fear. The mad dash to a hospital where a dozen people paw at your body as you lay there, helpless. If you’re lucky, at some point, you might hear a choir of angels and have a moment... Continue Reading →

There’s A Glass On A Table

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels There’s an empty glass sitting on a table, and someone walks over with a jug of water. They start to pour the water, and we sit there, transfixed. We watch the clear liquid cascade out of the jug like a waterfall in miniature. Water hits the bottom of the glass. It splashes, almost... Continue Reading →

A Very Different Thanksgiving

Photo by Preslie Hirsch on Unsplash.com Happy Thanksgiving! A day of feasting, laughing with family, and taking a moment to genuinely give thanks for the good things in life. Also, it’s a day to be super lazy, watch stupid movies, and test the durability of that waistband. Is it as stretchy as they advertised? Is... Continue Reading →

And Pivot!

Photo by Utopia By Cho on Unsplash.com So, this is different. Mondays have a certain structure to them, and I’m acting like it’s any given Tuesday. What's wrong with me? Have I no sense of decorum? Do I have little regard for schedules? Am I oblivious to the comfort found in routine? I love a... Continue Reading →

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