I’m frustrated. Mister and I live in a nice-enough house. We love it. It’s our home. But as nice-enough as it is, as lovely as our neighbors are, we’re still susceptible to suburban woes. Maybe incidents is…
And So I Begin. Again.
Yesterday I painted. Those who didn’t just meet me know this is kind of a thing. I’ve tried to pick up my brushes, but the hurt from losing my mentor’s guidance has been bigger than I anticipated. And…
My Pagan Status
This past weekend, I was doing some light yard work when a neighbor stopped by with his toddler. I know these folks in the way I know most neighbors – not well at all. But I do know…
Butthole. For Reals.
When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…