• Experience

    TMI Tuesday

      1. I will never again _____ . I don’t believe in the word “never.” There is always a time or a circumstance that will make “never” inapplicable.  2. I stash _____ in my closet. I don’t stash things in my closet…except at Christmas…I stash my kid’s presents in there. 3. Are you embarrassed when strangers start talking about their sex life to you? Absolutely. I’m not much into talking with strangers, anyway. I’m even socially awkward about small talk…so sex-talk is completely off-limits.  4. Would you date someone who is celibate? Um….no. I’m not sure I could see the point. I’d be friends with them…but if there’s no sex?…

  • Experience

    Irony

    For years I have waded through life and marriage like I would live forever and would eventually get to the things that mattered. I’ve often focused on all the wrong things…all the things that didn’t matter much, if at all – things like making the house neat and checking off all of the crap on my to do list. And to make it shittier, all of that poorly focused energy made me irritable and crabby and tired. I took a lot on myself, because I’m a control freak. And then I’d be bitter and angry that I had to do everything. I was stressed out…and pissed off. In many ways,…

  • Fiction

    Voodoo Me – part 2

    “Voodoo Me” part one Jessica put the doll carefully in her bag and looked back at her computer screen. It was truly impossible for her to focus on her work. She glanced out the window to her right and lost herself briefly in the soft white flakes falling, coating the sidewalks and streets below. The snow made everything quiet, like a blanket shutting out the din of the world beyond. It made things seem smaller, as if life existed in a globe that someone could pick up and shake and stare at, losing themselves in contemplation of the falling flakes. Her thoughts kept folding in on themselves, and she couldn’t…

  • Experience

    I’m tired of looking back

    I’ve come to notice that I spend a lot of time looking back and planning forward, when what I ought to be doing most is living in the present. Over the past several weeks, as I’ve redesigned my blog, I have found myself falling into my old tendencies, drawing from past hurts and reviewing what didn’t work in my marriage. I want to be honest, and I know that backstory is important when creating a narrative. But, I’m tired of digging through the past. What I have noticed is that I tend to write when I am confused, angry, hurt, afraid, depressed, and sad. I use my writing to find…

  • Experience

    Baggage

    I looked at this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt (Suitcases) and thought and thought about what kind of post I might do. Much like last week, I’ve sort of found myself at a creative loss. I don’t know if that is because I’ve been sick, grieving, depressed, or just plain uninspired. Most likely, it’s a combination of all…and then some. I did receive a few emails from a reader, however, that have guided me to a related topic. Suitcases are a type of baggage, right? And we all have that…some of us a little more than others. This reader asked a few questions, made a few connections, and has inspired me…

  • Fiction

    Voodoo Me (part 1)

    “Miss?” She might have missed it any other day, walked by in her usual haste, but it seemed as if all other sound had paused momentarily for this woman’s message to travel to Jessica’s ear. “Miss…ssss…?” Like the lulling hiss of a snake, the word hit its mark, soft and swaying; Jessica turned briefly to meet the woman’s deep, black eyes. “Excuse me? Did you say something to me?” Jessica walked a few steps toward the woman, who was sitting on the steps of a large, crumbling brownstone. Two cats sat beside her, a gray and a black, and a mongrel of indiscernible breed lay at her feet, baring its…

  • Experience

    Truth (TMI Tuesday)

    1. A friend gave you a pie touting it as a favorite family recipe, and you ate this pie and got sick–or had an allergic reaction. The friend calls a few days later to ask, “How did you like the pie?” What would you say? Maybe I’m missing the point here…but I ask this “friend” what might have gone wrong with the family recipe. I might inquire as to the ingredients, to see if it was something on my end. Then I might encourage this “friend” to avoid giving me pies in the future. 2. Your significant other really wants to try the “swingers’ lifestyle” but you really do not…

  • Experience,  Photography

    On the path to rebuilding

    Mr. D brought me a special present from his business trip. A nasty cold. Hence missing out on Masturbation Monday, yesterday, which sucks, because I was looking forward to writing up part 2 of “What’s in the Bag?” But I suppose that can marinate for another week. I didn’t do ANY writing yesterday. Basically, I napped, watched TV, and sat around reading all day. The benefit of that, however (and there were actually several, since it was gloomy and I had nothing planned anyway), is that I finished my first book of the year and made significant progress on the behemoth I have now committed myself to. I did not work…

  • Books & Reading,  Photography

    Sunday, reading in bed

    I just finished Stephen King’s Bag of Bones last night (not bad…I’d give it 3.5 or 4 out of 5). It’s been a long time since I read any King, but my husband has been coercing me to read both The Stand and The Dark Tower series for some time now. I guess I’m going to give in. Somehow he just can’t wrap his head around that fact that I love everything dystopian and haven’t read either of these before. I think it’s less about not having gotten around to it and more about committing to these magnum opi. It’s hard to get physically comfortable with a book that big.…

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