Author deanna

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 →

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 →

My mind is a mean thing–I blame it in some ways for the destruction wrought on my body. I try to control where it goes but it’s a hard thing to do when you have been conditioned as I have… Continue Reading →

Poor Don is a little bewildered to our situation and I am also finding it hard not to lose my goddamn mind right now. These are the times I wish I had some stash of anti anxiety cures but I… Continue Reading →

Well that was an unfortunate thing to have to write yesterday but I felt a need to remark it. After I read over it, it seemed kind of whiney diary-yy so I edited it, as you must do with your… Continue Reading →

Oh world–you aren’t gonna be easy. Part of the reason I live in Denver was to try and get to know my birth family a little more intimately because really–getting to know people who look like you and sometimes do… Continue Reading →

Hmmm is the answer to that question. One thing I am convinced of is I don’t want to be in a country and around people who were keen to sell us off to the highest bidder. Us, I mean, the… Continue Reading →

Well here we are–freakin December and it’s another year gone. Progress this year? Um, there was the court thing, um….yes, I got married, put him on insurance, signed up for a bunch of classes on getting myself organized, drop shipping,… Continue Reading →

Don comes home last night after my day immersed in thinking about family dynamics and asks me if I want to buy a house in the general vicinity where he works (Parker, Elizabeth, Elbert County). “Uh…how are we gonna do… Continue Reading →