As some of you know, I am still She-Shed-less and in dire need of privacy, peace, solitude and a distraction-free space to call my own. As some of you also know, I escaped to mom’s. She has that, and more. ❤ Which is why I can now write a blog post about actual, physical proof that I did something writing related that is not a blog post. Hah.
Yesterday, I submitted a story I wrote years ago to a celebrated online magazine. Continue reading “Writing progress”
*because I’m wordy like that. 😉
This morning, I was all alone in a house that is not my own.
Continue reading “Looking forward to a New Year, but first, a preamble*”
(Disclaimer: long story about my early days as a mom with a toddler and an infant.)
On Monday night I watched a bunch of syndicated Big Bang Theory episodes. As always, they were funny and entertaining, but one in particular kind of threw me for a loop. It somehow sparked a weird, long, complicated memory of my early mom days from 12 years ago.
I sat in my bed immediately after that episode finished, and typed out the convoluted mess that my subconscious dredged up into my blog.
You’re welcome. 😊
I hereby caution you: the following post is lengthy, ugly, painful, and maybe just a little bit insightful. If you are in a delicate state of mental health at the moment maybe skip over this one.
You have been warned.❗
After I typed it out, I realized something: watching tv is hazardous to my mental health.
Either that, or it’s therapeutic.
Yeah, let’s go with the second one. Catharsis, if you will.
Continue reading “How one episode of Big Bang Theory made me reminisce the last 12 years”