Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds

I am almost 40 years old. I am a strong, independent, generally happy human, who has figured out how to live solo while constantly reminding myself to ask for help, because, after all, asking makes me stronger, which I never quite understood, but whatever, I digress. I rock. I kill spiders on my own, changeContinue reading “Deep down, sometimes we’re still just scared 5-year-olds”

Of dogs and heating oil on Valentine’s Day

It’s Valentine’s Day, y’all! I’m not going to blather on about Singles Awareness Day, because let’s face it – that’s every day. I’m not here to rant about this holiday that many profess to hate, yet still consumes us. In fact, I feel quite awesome on this most hallowed/Hallmarked of days. There is hurricane-style blizzard coming, so once I stop yammeringContinue reading “Of dogs and heating oil on Valentine’s Day”

The inadequate and incomplete prose I’ve been trying to write since Ferguson

There’s a thing my dog does. It’s pretty beautiful. My Sadie is always watching me. I suspect she thinks I’m going to abandon her, which is just heartbreaking, but anyway. Occasionally, as I bustle around the house, she’ll climb down from the couch and peek around the corner to see what I’m doing. And sometimes, when I comeContinue reading “The inadequate and incomplete prose I’ve been trying to write since Ferguson”