Musings about the topsy turvy journey we call life
It’s funny how we consider certain voices to be acceptable while other voices are a sign of insanity. For example, the voice inside our head that says, “I can’t forget to pick up the kid at the babysitter’s in three hours,” seems pretty sensible. Whereas the voice that says, “I’m the physical embodiment of JFK... Continue Reading →
Okay, I’ll admit it. The title of this post is a bit provocative...
I didn’t wear pink until I was twenty. I played with worms, not because I really wanted to, but because I knew girls weren’t supposed to like worms, and damned if I was going to conform to gender stereotypes at the tender age of six...
The harder I try to be somebody else, the more I stay the same. My me-ness fights stubbornly to the surface, demanding to be heard. The more I try to ignore it, the louder it yells. I don’t want it. I want to wipe slates clean, start fresh, be new. Revived. I don’t want my... Continue Reading →
For years, all I had to type was “s”. That was enough for the social media search engine to auto-fill the 8 letters which followed. Now the search engine seems puzzled, and then it starts its guessing game… As though “S” was for a first time look, as though I were looking for a stranger.... Continue Reading →
It’s not the right season for a broken heart. It comes like a thunderstorm in the middle of winter. A suffering crocus in early January. A ruby red strawberry under the snow. My heart is bombarded by pinpricks of hail on a bright sunny day in early June, battering me with stories of love still... Continue Reading →
On September 21st of last year I accidentally broke my brain. Ironically, I didn’t actually realize it was broken for a few days. At first I thought...
And here’s the thing. I’m kind of proud of my curves, in a weird sort of way...
...What I mean to blog about is not actually Friends or the show´s characters, but rather that age-old taboo yet ever-present topic that the show brings to us for our entertainment: cheating.
Smelling this country It's like a memory, long forgotten...
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