Call me “Crispy”

I made it three weeks in Cytology, at which point I was begging my old boss for anything back in the lab portion of the building. There’s a small part of me, listening to the voices of old programmed responses in my head, telling me that I’m a failure. On the other side of the […]

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Where was I again?

I don’t write as often as I should, and I don’t actually foresee that as changing in the coming months. Can’t say that I’m particularly proud of this – writing helps me to focus, to evaluate, and be present. No matter how I slice it though, it falls slightly behind hygiene, sleep, and spending time […]

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Keeping it together

I don’t want to get super philosophical about how this past year has gone – we all know that there have been more attractive dumpster fires. It doesn’t really matter what your political viewpoints are, where you stand on immunity or face masks, or educating your kids at home. We’ve all had a nasty shift […]

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Still Reeling

Yes, it actually happened. I’m currently adjusting to my bespoke shiny new knee, not snapping at my husband, and trying to find ways to get the very little I can do, done. I suppose the best place to start is morning of the surgery… Head’s up, I’ve had a dose of goofballs – there may […]

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Some of the Good Stuff

This is Roja.  “Excuse me, ma’am?”  I had a 4 pm reservation….”  She’s very sweet, and easily intimidated by some other, bigger raccoons.  I think this is her first litter.   This is Beep, on the left and Rory on the right.  Beep has some damage to his eye, so we fret when he goes […]

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I’m still here

“I’m still here” – some days that’s about all I can take credit for.  For not snapping at the fools racing up and down our street, or better yet, getting a paintball gun and shooting at them.  For not screaming at people blasting loud music.  For going to pick up my prescription, wearing something claustrophobic […]

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Too Much Noise

I could, quite possibly, write a rather long and heated essay here about the latest series of clusters in my world.  Or I could go on and speak about the virus in the room.  I could rant on, try to cheer people up, or go out and do stuff.  Well, we kind of did the […]

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Still Processing

It’s been a bit since I last checked in – there’s a lot of work going on in dealing with school, emotional issues, making healthy decisions (err, I might be eating my emotions) and general “Are you seriously telling me this?”  I’ve been staying up far too late playing mindless games on my tablet, and feeling […]

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Spin Control?

Trigger warning: sexual and emotional abuse, trauma, eating disorders and PTSD   I’ve been working through some of the thing that led to my teen pregnancy, not the least of which is the question of the cast party that I don’t really remember.  I know I attended, I know I drank a lot, but did […]

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Twisting In the Wind

It’s been a bit since I checked in with you lovely folks – I’m behind on everything right now.  Still have presents to make, to ship, to sort out.  Still have cards to write (yes, I’ve been told that’s quaint, LOL).  Still have a lot of cleaning and sorting to do.  So, naturally, I’m hiding […]

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