A Middle-Aged Woman Who Lives In A Box
February 21, 2023Not young. Not old. Middle-aged we’ll say. A woman who lives in a box. A lovely box, mind you — adobe walls, solid roof, atop a hill with a delightful mountain view. Inside this box, two silky felines snuggle close to the woman. Fur 1 and Fur 2 contently nap whilst keeping quite the watchful eye. 30 pounds of fetching, ferocious fraidy-ness. Easily rattled by the slightest unfamiliar noise or big bad stranger. How swiftly a whimsical slumber transforms. The ring of a doorbell, pure panic pursues… Claws scrape and scratch, eight tiny paws spin-out across ceramic tile floors. Fur…
Unabashedly Me — Living With Non-Epileptic Seizures, Daily
We All Have “Shtuff.” We Deal. We Move Forward — The Best Way(s) Possible. Hopefully. Some peeps choose to run. Running away from one’s troubles and/or people helps no one (buck-it-up buttercup). However, in some situations, perhaps running might be…
Life With Neurologic Lyme — A Personal Reflection, Part 2 | The Calm
Creative thought (outside the lines of real life happenings) might be on an extended hiatus… for an undetermined length of time. Brainwaves have been (and remain) quite occupied of late, soldiering away. Sparking to attention, frantically, within a moments notice.…
Life With Neurologic Lyme Disease — A Personal Reflection, Part 1
Steps Forward, Systemic Flares, Seizures and Setbacks — A Revolving Door, This Life With Lyme Neuroborreliosis How quickly one’s circumstances can change — in a week, a day… a moment. Perhaps with hints of warning, or life purely adjusting at…
This Journey Through Life — Chapter 54, Page 339
Do we mere mortals ever fully understand the ‘why’s’ in this life? Why is the sky blue(1)and the grass green(2)? Why is the color blue called blue(3)? Why does time appear to pass by so quickly? Why is this life…
What is a Woman? Seriously, Are We Being Punked?
Please forgive me for questioning, but is this really how you (GOD) mapped things out for us down here on planet crazy-town? These past few years have undeniably provided ample madness to question. And without appearing disrespectful, strongly feel the…
Sounds of Spring
mirthfully she listens to the sounds of spring, as nature echos through opened window panes birds chirping and singing, some squawking their talk a gentle breeze rustling between the trees, stirring awakened branches and winter’s stubborn leaves off in the…
Hope Against Hope
Some moments, days, appear guided by sadness. Intended to be spent alone, quiet with her thoughts. To cry. To feel. Missing who she used to be — vibrant, healthy, beaming; full of life, driven, unstoppable — an untamed fire, blazing…
Dancing Branches
in the still of the night a car slowly passes headlights gleam upon sleeping trees, limb silhouettes prance across the window panes a smile softens her brow glimmers of joy warms her heart the mere illusion of dancing branches offers…
What 2021 Taught + Reminded Me
’Tis the Season — Cheers to 2021! End of December greetings, lovelies. Over here in the desert, trying to wrap my mind around the realization of another holiday season swiftly vamoosing. Seriously!?! Have envisioned hustling and bustling, twinkling lights, holiday…
How I Became a Sick Person
Written by Ross Douthat — originally published by The New York Times — October 23, 2021 The long-term form of Covid-19 has something in common with other forms of chronic illness — strange and varied symptoms, lasting debilitation, no certain…
