Things I’ve written belong in my journal, not online. No audience required for all the thoughts I must think and … More
I fully expected that my return to blogging would not be a ray of sunshine, and reading the last five … More
No, I don’t feel like being sensible about stuff. I don’t want to tread lightly around the sensitivities when it … More
Two little serendipitous finds on social media today that stuck a chord. The second one was Brett Cassidy’s Instagram pic … More
Go mad, get high, die. Or fix it.
Movement. Busyness. Distractions from the now. Today I set out to be active, to take part and be present. To … More
“I go to sleep at night praying – begging – not to wake up the next day.” Words that echo … More
Life just seems to be a distraction while we wait for our turn to be buried.
My third therapy session today was not as difficult as my second one; we talked about loss, and death and … More
In memoriam: George Charles Luis 1931-11-23 — 1987-12-28 Every year I write something on the 28th of December, ostensibly to … More