Author deanna

I have been doing this on demand yoga, yeah, that’s on demand as in Comcast on demand…and it’s difficult because I am not so great at enough, but my improvement is swift…I figure by January I will be my physical… Continue Reading →

I think I am so inside myself, beside myself, that my voice is starting to choke back a bit. I can’t wait to get my room set up…granted its just my temporary room, but it’s still mine for the taking…. Continue Reading →

News spews. I have a motivator now, not something I had before so it’s even better. I realize that is something I had been searching for in Canada…a little know-how. I need and want the space to explore….to do the… Continue Reading →

Wow. What a difference a month can make. It seems like I’ve been neglecting this bit of me for a while, for a time to start to write a little memoir, but then I realized I am not where I… Continue Reading →

I let go of something really important to me last night. I know it was the “right thing” to do, but I still hated doing it. My conclusion is I am sick of caring more for other people’s feelings and… Continue Reading →

Things are so fucking crazy right now. Nothing is fucking stable. Nothing is solid. Everything is bound to change a lot. I want my stability, but I know that’s not meant to come right now. Because I haven’t quite earned… Continue Reading →

The peace and solitude of silence, the ability to create and breathe life into previously sedentary objects, this is what I need. I am about to hit the bottom with such a deafening thud. I have done it to myself,… Continue Reading →

E’s morsel of wisdom came to level me down to a certain playing field once again. He looks at me yesterday and said “so when you were recovering from your most recent dying episode in the hospital back in 2006…did… Continue Reading →

BAM. There she goes…I have what I figure to be 5 months to get it done. Or start getting things done. I have paintings. Books. Businesses. Creation wrapped around interpretation and a fastidious and fast hand. The novel, er memoir,… Continue Reading →