Author deanna

one fifteen nineteen

Not sure where the theme is going today as I am a well of unfinished projects. I have over the years kept items for later artistic transformation–back in NYC/JC I legitimately carried around the inside of a piano for years,… Continue Reading →

so many starts but not enough finishes

Man, I write a hell of a lot more than you see posted–drafts filed up like abandoned dreams, sometimes never to be repeated or finished again, but the same thoughts are often swirling in themes. This morning’s half start was… Continue Reading →

one thirteen nineteen

Alright guys. I think about you every day, though I cannot muster the attention span it takes every day to find the time to do this. In the morning I might be able to forge a little alone time to… Continue Reading →

experience vs expectation

Well guys, that thing I mentioned I might elaborate on later came to fruition, sending me into a bit of a tailspin. So my experience with my first surgeries and the like traced back to that rowdy month, October 1995… Continue Reading →

emotion and its affects and effects: no sleep for those who cry

I didn’t wake up as early today as I would like, having listed in the bed much longer than I wanted, and settled into the pillow and on Duke just to ease my entrance into the day. At the end… Continue Reading →

what it’s like right now, discipline is a verb

I have an inordinate amount of time to myself over the past few months, which has led to a lot of time for introspection. The nature of Don’s schedule requires we live in opposite-land– our waking schedules skidding past a… Continue Reading →

speechless and exhausted

Not exactly sleepless, I’ll admit. I was absent yesterday, reeling a bit from a discovery on Friday that a close relative had an aortic dissection and nobody told me–nobody thought to mention, though I guess I am not one to… Continue Reading →

wow, even I can be rendered speechless

This happened today at work–I rambled in, spent too much time in Starfuckers waiting for coffee, had our meeting and signed my offer letter which was more than I thought it would be for, but no, not $20 an hour…. Continue Reading →

New Year Smears

So…got one down yesterday, and though I have a mounting headache up in the noggin, it’s that whole remark the life you might forget that compels me to try this again. So yes, two in a row in the first… Continue Reading →

for 2019…I will try to hate myself a little less

Last year I bought this dream book kinda thing–well it was a planner with goals set up in a short term, long term and semi regular kinda thing, weeks laid out, goals listed and easily checked off quarterly and monthly…. Continue Reading →

« Older posts Newer posts »

© 2024 Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars — Powered by WordPress

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑