“…I have often wondered if I had the words that would do justice to her goodness, her wisdom, and her strength. In the life of every woman, there will always be the influence and teachings of one woman who stands … Continue reading Regarding My Mother
Usually, those words – “depression” and “anxiety” – label conditions that I have. I like that way of phrasing it, because it implies a sense of control for me. I have these things, yes, but they do not have me. … Continue reading Depression & Anxiety
Not me, actually, right now. But thank you for your concern, if you clicked through because you thought that I was upset! I’m actually referencing a quote from Grey’s Anatomy that has stuck with me. I saw this article on theFrisky today, and it got me to thinking about crying in public. In “Girl Talk: Everyone Saw Me Cry“, Maude Standish recounts her recent experience with tears at a wedding. She made a solid observation that also cracked me up when she noted that:
I thought that my grandma wrote this poem for my papa, but I have recently been informed that I was incorrect. The poem was actually written by a woman named Elise Maclay, and published in a book called Green Winter: … Continue reading My Husband of So Many Years
Tears fall from my eyes Like bullets into concrete skies Blessed from above, but raining down to meet Chalk outlines of my heart on a precarious street Your scent – waters cool and hemp so high Lingers eternally in my … Continue reading When I Thought You Made Me Whole
Cheating requires closed doors Windows shut tight, curtains closed for the night Padded footsteps across the floor Cheating requires bare walls No portrait reminders of the ties that bind us Empty hotels and shadowed halls Cheating requires hot showers Scrub … Continue reading Cheating Requires
One day about a year ago, a coworker commented that it was “the slowest Monday that ever was”. I’m pretty sure he was right, btw, but that also inspired me to write this poem. It isn’t about anyone in particular…the … Continue reading The Slowest Monday That Ever Was
I found this poem on a scrap of newspaper tucked inside a book on my grandparent’s shelf. Almost every one of their (hundreds of) books had stuff like this inside, so going through their home after they passed away took … Continue reading Recovery
That was the description/episode title for the premier airing of Lifetime’s new show “Love Handles: Couples In Crisis”. That statement was also the only reason I bothered tuning in. Why would that attract me? Because, unfortunately, I’ve heard similar things before. So I gave this show a whirl, fully prepared to hate and despise the man who uttered that phrase. I do, by the way, loathe him quite a bit. He seems like a jackass who never considered that perhaps his lovely bride never planned on marrying a fat GUY. Apparently the fact that he gained 55-60 pounds compared to her 45 pound gain was not important. He also noted “If Meg gains more weight, the relationship is over.” So, you know, altogether he seems like a peach. I got the impression that he was using her weight as an excuse for not proposing, and was ultimately just sticking with her until a better (ie thinner) prospect came along. But he did propose in the end, so I had to revise my thoughts a bit. (I still think that relationship is doomed, but whatever). Continue reading ““I Never Planned On Marrying A Fat Girl””
Back in college, I was fortune enough to have some awesome roomies. Some completely psychotic roomies, too, but for now let’s focus on the positive. One of the two other girls in our triple – Kali – ended up becoming … Continue reading It’s Just More Icing
