High Holy Days
It's ten o'clock. I've just come home after an action-packed day at the office followed by a lucrative production meeting which only served to make me love my business partner that much more. As I walked home from where the donated cab ride ended, I knew two things; [...]
This Never Went to Press
I am forcing myself to write this, which makes me angry, because I feel like this shouldn't require an effort. I'm stretching myself too thin again, and its making me feel overwhelmed and uninspired, and I don't even want to leave pieces of myself here, because it feels [...]
Still, Centre, Quietly Turning
I've neglected my writing, my ficus is dead, my dog is angry with me because I haven't been home all week, and my job is hectic enough right now that my boss went out and purchased our own in-office Bozo the Clown inflatable punching bag. Still, I must persevere, and [...]
All the Poetry I’ve Been Missing
This week has been a struggle. I've had just enough energy to survive the work day, and all I care to do is come home and lay down. All of my resources are tapped, and there's not an ounce of creativity in me. Several lovely people have pointed out that [...]
Coming At You Live from the Sick Bed
*This entry contains more colourful language. What can I say? When I was little, whenever we would get sick, my mom would make us a sick bed. This would consist of draping a fresh, crisp sheet over the entire couch, and tucking it over us, then layering heavier [...]
Wake Up Call
This morning I woke up twenty minutes before the alarm because someone was ringing my doorbell, insistently. My sleepy morning brain conjured all of these scenarios that included hand-delivered coffee, or flowers, or both, so I got out of bed and answered the door, only to find my [...]