Ante Meridiem

As warm hands Curl around curves and Caution yields to abandon Grind and fill Take it in slow My morning fix **The Match challenged me to write a poem about two of my favorite things. Can you guess what they are?

Amazon, Diabetes, and Ennui: A Hodgepodge of Thoughts

Thoughts on a variety of things… On the recommendation of fellow blogger Joanna, I recently started watching Fleabag on Amazon. Oh my word, y’all. I don’t watch much tv, and it really takes something special to suck me in. Consider me fully engrossed. When it came to Fleabag’s encounters with men, her rationalizations for her…

Cliffhanger

I haven’t really wanted to write this post because I know it will push me to directly confront some realities I’ve been dancing with for a moment here and there before moving onto something less gloomy. The problem is that cracks are forming in my relationship with The Leo, and they’re causing me to re-examine…

Destiny Shops at Home Depot

Last week, I was on the receiving end of an unexpected act of kindness, promptly followed by the crushing realization that in the battle of destiny vs. altruism, destiny always wins. Let me explain. I needed to buy a glass cover for a light fixture at my rental house — the move-out inspection was fast…

New Roots

Back a million years ago, in the early days of my marriage, just before the first time My Ex threw my rose-colored glasses on the ground and stomped on them, he and I bought a house. It was a cute two-story place, sage green with a dark green door, a roof with a whimsical slant,…

Pardon the Interruption

So I’m pretty new to this whole blogging thing. I know, I know…way to catch on to a trend when it’s no longer trendy. Par for the course, I suppose. But one of the reasons I started blogging six months ago is because I want to be a legitimate published author one day. Writing a…

Aftermath

What did I think would happen? I used romantic comedy references to explain how I was feeling, but I certainly didn’t expect a romantic comedy resolution (which, by the way, would have looked something like The Voyeur showing up at my doorstep, offering a short, dramatic monologue before telling me he loved me too, a…