Dissociating My Life Away

There’s an electric feeling in the air when a storm is coming. The charged atmosphere. The distant smell of dark, rain-soaked clouds that drift ever closer. Dark, snarling and flashing clouds. The pleasant breeze that flower petals and fluff danced in now turns angry, violent and haphazard. The firmament flashes, like a white-hot blade slicing through the sky. Crack! Rumble! Furious rain lashes down, and … Continue reading Dissociating My Life Away

A Different Kind of Grief

Memories light the corners of my mindMisty water-colored memories of the way we were… Barbara Streisand – The Way We Were Funny story – the song I just quoted, I have never heard Barbara Streisand sing it. I heard it when I watched Big when I was a kid, and I watched that movie a lot because I loved it. Hell, I even linked it … Continue reading A Different Kind of Grief

Healing Broken Minds

There’s this quote I see floating around the internet from time to time, and it goes like this: Emotional abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. Worse! You can heal broken bones; you can’t heal a broken mind. Dia Reeves, Bleeding Violet It’s always rubbed me a little bit wrong. I see now that I’ve had to dig it up that it actually comes … Continue reading Healing Broken Minds

My Imperfect Mother

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. Her 59th birthday, to be exact. Not a “special” year, but can’t every year be special? So for the day where we celebrate ma mère existence, I have a few words to say. They’re not all pretty, but they’re all true – and I hope they will mean something to her. I find that in relationships, in interactions, so much … Continue reading My Imperfect Mother

May I Have Your Attention Please?

When I first began blogging back in, I don’t know, 2010 I want to say? I didn’t really know why I was doing it. It seemed like something a lot of people were doing at the time, Facebook hadn’t really boomed yet into the sort of ubiquitous, all-encompassing presence it is today, yet. We were still couple years off the back end of Myspace, forums, … Continue reading May I Have Your Attention Please?