I haven't written much in the past several months. To be honest, for the first couple of months of this shit-storm, it took all of my energy to just...keep going. I was inundated with work, my kids were home indefinitely, and we could barely even leave the house. In
The answer is a resounding "Yes" if we are to compare it to how my jeans are fitting. In my defence, I really enjoy bread, and it makes me happy. My turntable is currently playing an album by Stars, and it's reminding me how much joy I get from live
I have been spending a lot of time on Twitter lately, reading through random threads. Well, that is not a recent thing. For several months, it's been a mild diversion that used to bring me amusement. In these dark times, though, there is little amusement to be found. This morning
Those knees in the grey jeans? Those are mine from just a few moments ago. These jeans have become part of my uniform, along with either a tank top or an oversized (and, let's be honest, stained beyond being able to wear out in public) t-shirt. I have been relegated
Nothing in life has prepared me for this. These beautiful, sunny, early Spring days have been the hardest ones of my life. I have felt immense grief. I lost my father a few years after my mother chose that she didn’t want to really be a mother anymore. I