One of the more fundamental avenues of creativity, more basic than the doodle, is the mixed tape.
Category: Life – It doesn’t live itself
What It Means To Date A Girl Without A Father
I am sharing a link to this article because I don’t know that I’ve ever read it put into better words, the way it feels, or rather, the way it feels for me now: The abandonment and abuse of my birth father. I wonder about him and if and how I tie into his family. Can I lose something I don’t know if I had?
…that is the most terrifying thing she has ever learned. If the only man she ever truly needed left when she was not done needing him, it is fair game for anyone else to decide it’s not worth it. For anyone else to decide she’s not worth it.
“Always have a back door” was been my unofficial motto, like, forever. Never be trapped. Never be in a place that I can not handle or get out of on my own. Even after marriage, the lack of trust still crops up, sadly.
The Day A Book Saved My World
This was a post I wrote almost a year ago, and decided to publish now. Just a walk down memory lane.
Remember when I got news that rocked my world.
Meditation on Morning Sickness
My third trimester approacheth, and with it, morning sickness. It sucks, yet in the midst of that suckage, there is an opportunity for meditation and awe. (This won’t be too gross, I promise.)
50 Things I Love – Alpha-ish-Order
- Alliteration
- Avacados
- Art journals
Second Trimester Lessons
This second trimester has been SOOO much better than my trimester.
1. Can we talk, again, about how much I love eating stuff I want?
You’re Not the only One Changing. Your Spirit Animal Does, too.
When I sent my recommendations forward for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers award, I asked them a series of questions I hoped for answers to.
One of those questions was about their spirit animal,* and I’ve been thinking about what mine would be today.
Continue reading “You’re Not the only One Changing. Your Spirit Animal Does, too.”
The Art in Protest / The Protest in Art
As I have written several times lately, I was raised in St. Louis. Police action in one of our suburbs, Ferguson (yes, legally it’s a small town, but it’s really a suburb of St. Louis), has been the center of protests around the world over the past week, but especially in the U.S. The night it was announced the officer would not face criminal charges for killing a young man, different parts of the city – literally – burned. Cars and buildings were on fire and in other ways destroyed and fire crews couldn’t get to them for the force and crush of people on the streets.
Sing A Beautiful Song
I love to sing. I don’t purport to be awesome, but on most days, I can hold my own. I love karaoke and when I’m alone in my car on a road trip, girl, I am on STAGE!
My Magical Slippers
When I started to get to know my husband’s family, I realized that I would become the family crocheter. His grandmother had done it before, and had crocheted the family all kinds of gifts, slippers and hats – she even crocheted a blanked for him (or his mother) to give to the woman who would become his wife (me). It’s quite precious.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 