Man, that was not what I meant to do, wait this long anyhow. I was trying to hold myself up to different standards, or rather any standard at all given my history. I disappear often for spans of time and… Continue Reading →
Okay, so I figured out some things, having really taken a deep look at our finances, or mine, for that matter, since I am the one without the resources and really, without a hell of a lot of the hope… Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
I have to say–after having so many years of absolute chaos, and I am talking even of New York in many ways, because though it was certainly fun, it never seemed exactly stable at all. New York was the land… Continue Reading →
I can tell you all I felt like a bit of anomaly before I came across this group on facebook that has 2400 members. Granted I haven’t run into anyone with the exact same situations, but there are those who… Continue Reading →
I’ve always thought some of my better works were on the backs of cocktail napkins. When would one be privy to cocktail napkin poems? Clearly either drinking or bartending, and both usually involved the same thing. Tonight, a last hurrah… Continue Reading →
I see that up there and wonder about my tendency to keep things lower case when I used to title the works I would post here–not sure what any of it even means in the grand schemes of things, but… Continue Reading →
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