• Experience

    Recommitting (The Separation, Day 24)

    Sooooo….on Sunday… Mr. D came home early in the afternoon, since all of his dress clothes were still at the house. We got ready for the company party together and dropped our son off at the grandparents’. I wasn’t sure how the whole evening would go, but the company party is usually a decently small enough gathering not to completely sap my weak and easily drained introvert energy. I know most of the people and the food is always amazing. So, I managed to truly have a good time, and I’m sure not a soul in the place could tell there was trouble in paradise. I also know he’s not…

  • Books & Reading

    Brigit’s Book Club: Beartown

    Initial Reactions: Late one evening toward the end of March, a teenager picked up a double-barreled shotgun, walked into the forest, put the gun to someone else’s forehead, and pulled the trigger. This is the story of how we got there. That is the whole of chapter one of Fredrik Backman’s Beartown. And if that doesn’t make a rather stunning first impression, I don’t know what does. What I love most about Backman’s writing is the little bits of insight that spark forth from his perfectly flawed characters. Take this bit of wisdom from chapter 2: She hates hockey but understands her father’s love for it; the sport is just…

  • Experience,  Opinion,  Photography

    Naughty or Nice?

    I recently renamed this blog The Re-education of Brigit Delaney, and an event just happened that gets at the very heart of why I need that re-education: Twitter shadowbanned me. Now, if you don’t know what shadowbanning is, it basically means I’ve been sent to the corner for bad behavior and people can’t search me by my @BrigitWrites handle. Someon either reported me or somehow my naughty pics or hashtags caught their attention and they are now slapping me hand. The shadowban can last 12 hours or 12 years. It’s totally up to them. Yay, censorship, right? The thing is, I don’t post much naughty content. I mean…I try to…

  • Fiction

    Closer

    This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt really threw me: Use a title of a song as your prompt and title of your piece. Yeah…it sounds simple…but there are so many damn songs out there to chose from, and I’ve been searching for days, trying to figure out which direction I want to go. But, alas…it is now almost 7 p.m. on Wednesday night, and I have run out of time. So, here goes. This is the one I’m sticking with. The first time time I heard “Closer,” by Nine Inch Nails, I was probably 16 or 17. I had a college-aged boyfriend who sent me a mixed tape (yeah…I’m that old) in…

  • Books & Reading,  Experience

    Free & Clear

    December is the month I do a lot of taking stock, even when life is going well for me. A few years ago, I found this book called The Desire Map: A Guide to Creating Goals with Soul by Danielle LaPorte. Now, this lady can be a little woo-woo, sure. But, I like the process she lays out for end of year reflection and planning ahead to the new year. It’s clean and follows a really helpful step-by-step pattern. I’m a very scattered, right-brain kind of person and can get mired in details and easily derailed when it comes to this sort of deep reflection, so it’s nice to have…

  • Photography

    Sinful Sunday

    I put this on today and realized, with great disappointment, that I never wore it for Him. It’s pretty, I think. Classic. And I like the vintage high-waist because it covers up my mommy-tummy. I’m not really one for lingerie, but He is. I spent over $200 awhile back, acquiring things I though He might like, making sure to get items that would allow for thigh-highs (his favorite), and yet that I would still feel sexy in (nothing to accentuate my rolls and folds, eh?). I never wore any of it. Actually…that isn’t true. I did wear one set right away, with garters, under a skirt that was short enough…

  • Experience

    Finding my feet (The Separation, Day 11)

    A week and a half into our separation, and I’m just now beginning to struggle with finding my feet. It’s easy to fall back on routine and compartmentalizing my emotions, but these habits keep me from facing things and growing. My emotional struggles show themselves through my writing. When I’m unable to write or don’t feel motivation…when it pours from my fingers and won’t let me sleep…when it’s full of lust or sadness. My writing is my litmus test and my cure. And from my measure, right now, I need a week long writing retreat. I can’t do that quite yet, because my life won’t allow it. But winter break…

  • Experience

    TMI Tuesday – “Relationships are Work”

    Relationships are work 1. Lingerie–do you like to give it as a gift or receive it? No. Not really. I mean…I would wear it if my husband were to buy it for me, because it would obviously be something he liked and wanted to see me in. I’m not a huge lingerie fan, though. It’s uncomfortable. Yes…it can be sexy, and I’m all for the show effect, but I usually want it off as soon as possible. I don’t like to be pinched and constricted. I’d rather be naked. 2. What’s a good date night movie? It kind of depends on the “date.” I like action movies with a bit…

  • Experience

    The Separation, day 9

    Note: These posts are not meant to make anyone uncomfortable. I realize it’s hard to know how to react or respond to someone else’s pain or heartache. I write to heal, to understand, to share, and because stories can help others. There is no need to sympathize or find difficult words. Likewise, don’t feel you cannot or should not comment. I share these posts because they are part of my story. No story is perfect. And, while this is not sexy writing, it is my pathway back to it. So bear with me awhile…please. I appreciate your support. This last Saturday, my son had his final soccer game out of…

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