I (We) Will Never Forget

It’s been four years since I saw you last.  You were just moved into your new room in hospice and I was grateful for the fact that I was able to see your face in person. Covid demanded that families be separated when a loved one was in the hospital, and Mom was the only person that could ever be chosen to visit you when the edict was “one visitor per day only.” But it was decided that you were not getting better after a month long captivity in the sterile environment and papers were signed to move you to…

Add a Little Dash of Panic

The race had been going well so far. I mean, I wasn’t going to win a medal for anything besides participation, but the fact that I had stuck out the entire course was truly enough to warrant such an ubiquitous prize. It was the first year that most of the family decided to attempt the Warrior Dash and it was very exciting to know that I could have such a good showing in front of some of my favorite people. Sweat was dripping down my face and my shorts were rubbing between my thighs, creating twin burning rashes, but I…

FanFic or FanF*cked?

Well, I’m still living in the delulu of Bridgerton Season 3 and it has well and truly taken over my entire life at this point. It has become my comfort blanket, jammies, and homemade soup all at once. Not only have I dedicated all of my free time to re-watching my beloved Penelope and Colin Bridgerton, I have sacrificed my free time to the altars of Reddit and AO3 (fanfic website). If I’m not trying to find some new way to insert fantastic quips and revelations to the PolinBridgerton subreddit, I am reading every type of fan fiction known to…

I Said, “Shake, Rattle, and Roll!”

As I sat on the blistering hot bench, at the peak of the sun’s power, I watched a man come undone. Most other visits I made to the amusement park included my own consumption of thrilling, heart-pounding entertainment, but at that particular moment I was content to just sit and breathe in the world around me. It wasn’t a place that I frequented often and I was always overcome in one way or another by the feelings that would surround me–the happiness, the frustrations, the resignation, the excitement, the…everything. When I decided to sit down on that particular day at…

Mini Musings: You Can’t Stop the Beat

This is a test of the emergency broadcast system. Someone (we won’t name who) is trying to get her shit together so that she can get back into the writing game. It’s been almost a year and a half since she has had any interest in putting her musings to blog. Life marched on and she somehow managed to take not only the road less taken, but the road that most people never even see. She fell into a life of leisure, sloth, and lethargy and finally (finally) decided to get a little bit of work done—here, there, and everywhere. …

Have I Become a Successful Coward?

I wish that I could walk across the United States just once. None of that Forrest Gump back and forth bullshit for me–just one good trip to see if I could actually do it. How many miles would I be able to put in before I was ready to call a limo company and grab an air conditioned ride to the nearest town? Would I be able to triumph mind over matter when I inevitably came to the moment where I would systematically tear myself down for being the biggest loser on the planet because I forgot to bring a…

Chainsaw Murderer to the Rescue

I love Halloween.  I love it so much that I have no problem proclaiming it my favorite holiday of the year.  It’s kind of funny how this could even be possible considering I despise fall, I don’t care for much anything flavored pumpkin, and I don’t really get much enjoyment from scary pranks or costumes.  I do, however, love coming up with fun costume ideas, planning Halloween parties for my family and for the library, and going to corn mazes. When I was younger it was a hell of a lot easier for me to get in the mood for…

It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane…

As I was sitting at the library letting my mind wander from the totally scintillating task of fine filing children’s drawing books, I realized that I was kind of lame and pathetic.  It’s a hell of a thing when one minute you’re contemplating whether How to Draw Your Favorite Super Hero gets filed before How to Draw Your Favorite Super Hero Pet and you are hit with the overwhelming feeling of suck.  (How’s that for getting to the point?) While I knew that I was a pretty decent person with a pretty decent life, I also realized that I was…

No, You Can’t Make Me Like the Birds

Birds suck.  I don’t have any flowery way to impart that information to you other than being completely honest.  I don’t like them.  Well…maybe just a little bit.  But they’re creepy and annoying and they stink to high hell.  It’s actually kind of funny that I am sitting here even talking about the little devils, but I’ve got an itch in my brain about this and there’s no going on in life if I don’t get it scratched. And it all started because of a lunatic goose that tried to take my hand off at the lake… Every once in…

My, My, My, My Corona: What Day Is It?

I think I lost my kid. At last sighting he was running to the bathroom for a mandated “we’re pretending to have a life” session of washing his face and brushing his teeth and hair but I haven’t seen him since. I imagine he’s holed up downstairs trading virtual Pokemon with any person with a pulse or settled into the couch, knee deep into today’s brain suck of YouTube videos. I feel kind of like a loser, knowing that I have left my kid to his own devices lately, but what the hell? Kid is “enjoying” his last day of…