“The feeling of being doubted…is an ever-present background noise…”
The Discomfort of Disbelief

“The feeling of being doubted…is an ever-present background noise…”
Grumble. Growl. Grunt. .Ā Ā Swear. Sweat. Stomp. . Punch. Pound. Pant. .Ā Breathe. Binge. Boss. .Ā Shout. Scream, Smear. .Ā Fall in a heap, exhausted. Then get up, clean up, and do it all over again. .Ā There is joy in this. This “living” we do. No matter how sweaty, or dirty, or ugly, this […]
Written after Fighting With Myself All Night .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Jehovah knows my suffering, hears my pleas each day .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He knows the pain this madness brings, knows I’m made of clay .Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā I thought I’d be forsaken, and all my hope was lost .Ā […]
Righty O! How about that Picture, huh? Oh, my… .Ā Ā That’s my “I’m so tired I can fall down right in this spot and sleep for a month” face. And it’s none too pretty. It’s also the most unflattering view of my nose…I was never unhappy with my nose until my Ex broke it . […]
…there is no “wait until” time to be beautiful…
I do silly things sometimes. Fairly often, in reality. Most of the time they are thoughtless mistakes, quickly forgotten by all who have been effected by them. There was a time, in the past life I lived, the one I talk so much about on this site, that I did intentionally bad things. Things that […]
What do I say to a black mother whose son was murdered at the hands, or knee, of a white man? .Ā Ā I saw George dying, in front of all the world, murdered. Every fiber of my being cried out for action to save him, knock that cop off of him, hurt those who were […]
Will humans today heed the warning? In these times of pain and mourning ?
I must not complain. I MUST NOT COMPLAIN. I MUST NOT COMPLAIN! I MUST NOT COMPLAIN!!!!! I hope I am getting better about that. When so many have, and are, suffering SO MUCH. I shudder to think how it must sound to people who had to say their last goodbye via cell phone. My own […]
Is anyone out there as old as I am? I grew up to the Mary Tyler Moore show, on every week as I recall. When I was 10 or so, she was beautiful to me, not just as a pretty woman (which she was and is, if she is still alive, is she?…)but as a […]