A weird thing happened yesterday. A friend, who is politically opposite minded from me, asked what I thought about New York State’s new abortion law. I told him I’d have to get back with him because I really had not read much about it at all. Last night I did a google search and I … Continue reading Anything but Smart
I have a plastic backbone on my desk. It is there to remind me to have one.
Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold But with you forever I'll stay. - The Boss I couldn't find a clever introduction for this, so I'll just begin. In the past week, I've been figuratively kicked in the gut on several occasions, by strangers, and reduced to silence. For me, … Continue reading I’ll Stay. Still.
I've been shocked this week by the #MeToo stories as well as the non-stories. And also the non-disclosures. Because if this many people are disclosing, my mind says three times as many are not. How in the hell did "it" get to be this prominent? This normal? This expected? It is like a pandemic. Only … Continue reading #YouToo?
She says she wants me to write how I feel when I get overcome. I don't think she understands how hard it is to deal with me when I get overcome though. It is crippling. It is hard to function or even breathe. Harder to put to words. I don't like to feel like this, … Continue reading An Unwanted Double Shot
To anyone that knew the two of us, we could not have been any more opposite. As kids, she played with dolls and loved dressing up and wearing makeup. I swung from trees and played with balls in the dirt. As teenagers, she caused absolutely no family drama and I created and caused enough for … Continue reading “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” —Ernest Hemingway
Sally Bradshaw lives in the small North Florida county that I grew up in. It’s an agricultural community, where many still meet for coffee in the early mornings, attend church on the regular, make casseroles when there is a death nearby, and actually attend family reunions. So it’s no surprise that a lot of the … Continue reading A Few Good Men(forgot what they stood for)
It's been seventeen days since the Pulse shooting and I still do not know what to say about it. I have much to say. I have many thoughts. I have many opinions. I have much anger, rage, bitterness, and sadness. Most people have a vision of "us" as a very passive, accepting, non-judging, easy-going lot. … Continue reading My Pulse Is Still Racing
The last six months of my life have been nothing if not chaotic. I ended a 13 ½ year relationship, began living alone for the first time in the same amount of time, realized some harsh truths about myself and my own shortcomings regarding relationships and codependency, and spent a lot of time sitting in … Continue reading I’ve Done Some Things Right. Some.
Let's just say that last week I lucked into some tickets and VIP passes to see The Avett Brothers at the Word of South festival here in Tallahassee. To say I was excited would be the understatement of the century. I adore them. And I freely admit that it is only due to a CMT … Continue reading Lost Wallets, Cheese Fries, Banjos, and Sobriety: My Evening out with The Avett Brothers
