A day late and a dollar short, as the saying goes. And while, yeah, I’m a day late, at least I’m no more poor than I was yesterday. Then again, I’m no more rich, either. The day before sendoff I began the arduous chore of preparing all of my collective things - including my cat … Continue reading Nowhere to Go but Everywhere
Well, balls. The last two weeks have been a shitshow of anxiety, tears and unwanted exercise (read: moving). I’ve allowed myself the grace to have a meltdown as I’m making so many ambitious / impetuous / scary AF adjustments to my reality - closing most of it down and starting over, to be specific. But, … Continue reading Pharmacologically Yours
That is the question. It’s no secret that I’ve been struggling the last few years with my ever increasing alcohol consumption. I’ve been pretty straightforward about it, in spite of my chagrin over the whole situation. I’m not cursed with the disease that is alcoholism, nor am I necessarily dependent upon it, but I cannot … Continue reading To Drank or Not to Drank
So here we are, Trix and I, dropping our sparse belongings at my friend’s home for the week. These friends are two of my favorite people in the world, and being here is bound to be, as always, a ton of stupid fun. Adulting? Overrated. Seriously. Being back here is a perfect sendoff to my … Continue reading A Sweetums, a Fancy-Free & Two Pussies
It’s amazing just how much shit one can amass in less than two years. Coming in with just a mattress, a closetful of clothes and few items I had valued enough to stow away during my last venture into minimalism, I’m going out with masses of trash bags and boxes filled with stuff I’ve deemed … Continue reading Time to Make the Donuts
I’ve been divorced for eleven years, and save a “thing” here and there - one or two more meaningful than others, I’ve been happily single all the while. Over the years, particularly due to my high aerobic job, my days outside of work have found me as an introverted extrovert - blithely composing a dossier … Continue reading A Cat, a Kate, a Cooper
So I guess it’s time to be honest. Time to clear out the ol’ chest as it were and share a thing. Time to verbally vomit one of my deepest and darkest to the world. I’ve admitted this to myself as I move on with my plan to GTFO, but haven’t really offered it to … Continue reading Risky Bidness: Humility Bites
Well, Bitchsticks. For as ready as I am to get the hell outta town, seems town ain’t ready to throw me out quite yet. I took a hard curveball to the face in my planning, leaving me in a right pickle, far as heading out ASAP goes. While my kiddos are stripping most of my … Continue reading Plot Twist
It’s been a few days since I’ve done the stupid and told the world about my upcoming hippy trip. No turning back after outing myself in my supposed fearlessness. Brave? Courageous? More like crazy and irresponsible. And while I appreciate the positive sentiments I’ve received from everyone, the truth is there are moments when my … Continue reading Fakin’ It
Turning 50 this year means I am just nine years from the age my mother was when she died. This is holy-balls-where-did-the-time-go shocking. I mean, the fact that almost seventeen years has passed since she dipped out is nobs-nuts, cuh-ray-zee. So much has happened that it makes perfect sense, but it seems like the time … Continue reading The Aging Antonym
