Chihuahua running in the snow wearing a sweater

And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

Once again, I make plans and the universe laughs its arse off… you really thought it would be that easy? That simple?… and erupts into a maniacal howling convulsion. Have often thought that perhaps all the decisions we make, the good, the bad, and even the downright ugly, coalesce into one giant hand, and slap us up side the head, knocking us off our path, … Continue reading And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

Stopped to take a breath, and WHOOSH, February was almost half-way gone and I had not done the things I needed to do. Things I should have done a long, long time ago. Fear and worry paralyzing me, of course over-thinking it all, of which you too were a victim, had entangled me for much too long. I really needed to take a break, relax, … Continue reading Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

Because Change Is The Only Constant

Struggled with this post, how to start, if to start, what to say, what not to say. As with all first steps, all beginnings, journeys, all of that, the first step is hard, takes a bit of facing fears, embracing truths, acknowledging desires, dreams, looking forward. This will be one of a series, but that first word I have really struggled with. How? DO I? … Continue reading Because Change Is The Only Constant

Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95

Every once in a while, for summer vacation, or for Christmas, my younger sister and I would be awoken well before the dawn, bags packed the night before sitting in a pile in the living room, ready for dad to work his magic of getting it all to fit into the trunk of whatever vehicle we had at the time. These early mornings were how … Continue reading Lessons From The Pack Whilst Heading Down i95

We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg

Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle his anatomically correct wee-willy actually peed. It was friggin hilarious, … Continue reading We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg