Author deanna

better is better is better

You’d think I would learn my will has better ends than many things. The only thing it hasn’t done is made us overnight wealthy, but it’s one of the things nobody can ever really say about me. Nobody can say… Continue Reading →

normal sleep is a dream I plan to complete sometime soon

Well then…today I was a full one minute late signing in, which always aggravates me…this usually is preceded with some type of weird sleep pattern that needs explaining if you are a healthy person. I was asleep at 6pm yesterday… Continue Reading →

sticks n stones and all that shit

So….the ice stake I have swallowed is slowly melting. Better that it’s ice over the wooden post–there’s a chance for it to melt. And it has been, slowly, slowly. It still hurts and feels like I have swallowed a ball… Continue Reading →

anxiety is a wooden post you’ve swallowed

Kinda feels like that, huh? i think it’s the thing I probably need the most help with, but I’ve addressed the least. I guess there is a certain resilience people expect of you and you develop in these situations after… Continue Reading →

tricky tricky world…not so fast

Too funny. Today I get the mail and what is in there but a tax bill for Don from 1995. Does the statute of limitations run out in 20 years? It does. So why do they send these things to… Continue Reading →

we’re just trying to move forward

These were interesting words–as Don had pointed out, likely not sourced directly from my mother but from other sources though ultimately it doesn’t matter anymore. I have a point to make. Here, in rational land where people don’t have magical… Continue Reading →

nevermind. I’m not going

This life is stressful enough without adding more to be upset about, I’ve realized. I can’t go. The ultimate voice of reason (my mother)–now this is my mother mother, my mom, as it were, knocked some sense into me. How… Continue Reading →

gradients of consideration

So this has been a tough few days and it certainly hasn’t lengthened my life in any way, the amount of stress I am going through right now. It’s almost as if my birth mother wasn’t present and didn’t hear… Continue Reading →

repetition feeds the hurt

Well world…your lessons are a little fucked up lately. Not thrilled with the things running through my head. I tend to be a little bit of a masochist in some ways–I read that damn letter over and over and thought…with… Continue Reading →

a cure for complaining

I know I know. Gratitude is the antidote to complaint–being grateful for anything has a way of turning you off the trends of complaint. I am sure if you found this place you probably have a point of empathy you… Continue Reading →

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