I had to try.
I had to try.
Be a force for good.
How dare you?
We are capable of giving ourselves many gifts, indeed.
Sometimes I look back on my childhood and wonder how I ever made it to adulthood.
I bruise easily. So easily, in fact, that I think my sister worried for a time that I was a battered woman, when I truly wasn’t. I’m just a pale-skinned klutz, is all. Quite often I can’t even say what caused a bruise. Many times, when I bump into a door knob (or whatever happens …
At the risk of sounding ultra-conservative (heaven forefend), I really don’t get it when people are incapable of staying out of trouble. I mean, I understand making mistakes, believe me. I’ve screwed up a time or two. But when you do it over and over and over again, and can practically hear Dr. Phil whispering …
“So, why didn’t you do it like this?” She asked. “Because it never occurred to me,” I replied. I can’t count the number of times I’ve had a similar conversation, both as the inquisitor and as the embarrassed person who failed to find the obvious solution. It makes you wonder how many choices are out …
Sometimes I can’t think of a thing to blog about. Today was one of those days. I was getting rather desperate, so I consulted the Random Word Generator. Perhaps it would inspire me to break through this blockage. The first word it gave me was “lip”. No. I’m sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea. …
I was feeling petulant, so I did what petulant people do these days. I left a snarky post on Facebook: “There’s nothing worse than adult-y chores,” I was thinking. I had to go to the dentist and get a filling. I had to have the rear struts on my car replaced. I had to go …
The View from a Drawbridge 