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 →
Interesting lately watching the world pass by us as it does…Don and I, I had mentioned, are pretty distanced from all family members–birth adoptive, who I picked up last year, you know. I kid, but for years the idea of… Continue Reading →
The more I come back, err, the more that comes out seems to be bringing some of my floated poetry back into motion. So many years, so many poems scribed on dinner and cocktail napkins–a friend of mine had so… Continue Reading →
I’ve made these weird allusions to the way things have changed recently even just with an answer–and all of these things, they point to a conclusion, for once. I’ve tried writing this shit down…and I’ve felt ill-prepared in many ways… Continue Reading →
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