Crowspiracy Theory

It’s just a day, and I’m in a mood.  I heard that dang sound again, the one that’s a cross between an eight-month-old human baby crying and a howling cat. Since I can’t stand not knowing the origin of something, I sat on the porch longer than I’d liked, waiting for the culprit to showContinue reading “Crowspiracy Theory”

Fight For Your Right

Do you ever want to bitch, rant, stomp your feet and scream at the top of your lungs about something or someone until…like, forever? I do. All the freaking time! It’s hard being me; just an upstanding citizen on the verge of going full Karen all the time. I had a call earlier with anContinue reading “Fight For Your Right”

Hold Me Close

Do you ever learn something about yourself, something not so positive, and don’t quite know how to feel about it? Since I desire to work with couples, I am taking a seminar during my downtime on emotionally-focused therapy. Initially, I felt jazzed about the content, learning ways to reframe problems between couples and how toContinue reading “Hold Me Close”

Pet Peev’day

If I’m honest, I hate it when people say, “If I’m honest.” It’s one of the few statements that, whenever I hear it, I immediately question a person’s honesty. Tonight’s post is dedicated to a small sampling of my pet peeves, in no particular order. Mary Kay Pink CadillacsInconsiderate cigarette smokers.Being called “hon”, “honey” orContinue reading “Pet Peev’day”

Choose Your Own Adventure!

I wonder, is it possible to not care about likes and followers? Or to not seek validation from others? If there is, I have yet to figure it out. Speaking of, I told a woman she was an idiot today. Twice. And then I followed it with a thumbs up, er, I mean my middleContinue reading “Choose Your Own Adventure!”

No Water, People

I mistakenly thought the National Park Ranger’s tin container had marijuana in it, along with the necessary paraphernalia to smoke this afternoon.  However, inside was a dried string bean, an ear of corn, a shard of Obsidian, and various other rocks native to the Sedona valley – instead of the wacky tobacky. I’d later learnContinue reading “No Water, People”

A Special Lady

“The Teachings of Buddha” is read aloud on the bed next to me. By Evelyn, the two-and-a-half-year-old (don’t tell her I told you this) that can’t read. She’s dog-tired; from being snapped in and snapped out of the car seat, from tromping through slushy snow (she didn’t mind), and standing in frigid, send-you-hurriedly-back-to-the-car winds. HerContinue reading “A Special Lady”