Author deanna

so, it’s here

The panic has finally arrived. We’re all gonna die. No not all of us, just the sickest and some of our elderly. The virus has been in the news I read since January, though it seems pure panic has only… Continue Reading →

musings and losing

So guys, definitely the world is going to get a bit crazy. I am struck by the recognition that this little virus running around is going to seem pretty elementary and rudimentary in a few years much like TB…but right… Continue Reading →

uh, so this ride sucks

This latest disaster should give us pause, not because it’s going to kill a lot of people, but because it could have some longstanding affects in our social structure and community. I keep hoping people will wake up and understand… Continue Reading →

Coronabalona

So…I have written maybe 4 or 5 versions of postings this week on this virus and some other commentary I have right now, and I guess it’s time I condensed it down because it’s been a week people have been… Continue Reading →

my discipline is shit and other stories

Man I could have used that title so many times it’s probably something I should be ashamed of being, but I am what I am and so that isn’t something I will bug out over at this time. I did… Continue Reading →

2/25/2020 Day 2

So yesterday I kind of gave my life early report for the day. After that I did my shower, didn’t clean and left the house to paint lettuce. Let me explain that–I have noticed that most really great artists went… Continue Reading →

So this is what happened DAY 1

So the musical jump kinda got me going a bit yesterday but I didn’t do a few things on the list and kinda did the thing on the list I didn’t even mention I wanted to be doing the first… Continue Reading →

routine shmoutine

Man I have found it difficult to be a better person on my own. Self-discipline isn’t one of my strong suits, hence I haven’t been able to force much change on my own. I am not entirely stubborn, I am… Continue Reading →

where do you go to escape?

Man it is sometimes very hard to find sane places to rest your head. Inside books seems to somehow safer than many places we get exposed to, but even then I hate having to go pick through them sometimes. This… Continue Reading →

half written life

I have half-written maybe 4 different postings over the past week on everything from my wedding anniversary and income increases since 2017 and honestly, it’s been hard to push the post button when it’s usually a situation of attention span…. Continue Reading →

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