Nonbinary Day!
Happy International Nonbinary People’s Day! Also, our skeleton out front was decked out for Pride last month. I forgot to post these then.
Pride was a Riot
It’s Pride Month. And surprise, surprise, I’m angry. I’m fired up and fed up. I didn’t know that asking to exist was like asking someone to find a needle in a haystack. I had my annual with my primary care Read More…
There’s Beauty in the Breakdown
If you know me at all, you know that music is life for me. So is writing and art, but music makes up my personal triad in the pieces that make up me. One of my favorite lyrics ever comes Read More…
The Saga of House
OUR HOUSE We bought our current house in the Pacific Northwest in 2016, four years after moving up here from North Texas. Because the seller is a wanted criminal (which we didn’t know until after closing, of course), we started Read More…
Halloween 2022
For some people, it’s Christmas. Others, Thanksgiving. For me, my favorite holiday is Halloween. Part of the reason I love this holiday so much is because it gives people the opportunity to be whatever and whoever they want to be. Read More…
Tasting Colors
The main word I have today is WOW. Also, COLOR. All the colors. Yesterday, I had “Eye Surgery #1,” which removed the white cataract in my left eye and restored my sight. (Right eye aka surgery #2 will come in Read More…
The March from Hell
March has been…chaos. 2020 was hell. 2021 was heller. 2022 said, “Hold my beer!” in the worst way possible, especially last month. For those following along on social media, you know that Riley’s heart meds are killing his kidneys. Nothing Read More…
A Covid Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house everybody had Covid… Yeah. So my eye injury is still healing and my laptop’s repaired, but at the end of November, I caught Covid. The one time I left my Read More…
Day 171
Welcome to Day 171 of quarantine…at least for me and my partner. That’s 5 ½ months of isolation as we haven’t left our house expect to drive the car and recharge its battery every few weeks. Not even to grocery Read More…
The State of the Union
Look at those last lines in this poem by Nikki Giovanni. I don’t think / I’m allowed / to kill something / because I am / frightened.” Powerful. I’ve started, stopped, erased, rewritten, and pondered on this post many times Read More…
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