I’ve done a bit of writing over on Substack lately, but I’ve been feeling guilty for neglecting this little blog. This place used to feel like home.But, six months ago, life pulled me away from my little farm and my three beloved donkeys. They’re still together, thankfully, living comfortably with a dear friend, but far,... Continue Reading →
Guilt.
Grief, anger, sadness, anxiety, and guilt. I suspect many of us are feeling [some combination of] these [or similar] feelings [again], but the last one is something I wanted to take a moment to highlight: guilt. Right now, I feel guilty for taking care of myself and my feelings when tragedies like Uvalde happened just... Continue Reading →
Do You Feel It?
When you wake up, do you feel a balloon in your throat, too? Or maybe it's a corset: too small and too snug, cinched up tighter than poor Kate Winslet's mom did to her in 'Titanic.' "Hold still," I think she said before she yanked again. Or is it that feeling of having had too... Continue Reading →
She Shines for Everyone
I imagine that when the sun rises each day,She's eager to see who she'll reach;To check on how her little babesHave grown. A happy face on a proud,Beaming mother doing her best. But I imagine it's rough on daysWhen no one notices her. SheGets it though: so many are busy, afraid,Scrambling for solutions because theirHomes... Continue Reading →