10 Things You Should Know Before You Think Too Much About How Awesome It Would Be If We Were Friends

Even 20 years ago, I had no excuse for my behavior.

1) I appreciate other strong women, particularly those who gather their confidence from within and couldn’t give a damn less what the rest of the world has to say about them.

2) I have an observable issue with men who need to be dominant over women, particularly when their actions make it apparent that they believe women should sit down and shut up or for any reason pretend to be something less than they are. Continue reading “10 Things You Should Know Before You Think Too Much About How Awesome It Would Be If We Were Friends”

One Dear Heart

In late August, the world lost a treasure and I lost a friend. Because I don’t read the local newspaper and rarely drive the half hour back home, I didn’t know it until late October, and ever since, I’ve been putting off sitting down to say all of this. I wish I could have held her hand one more time, that’s the thing. And although I’ve told her all of this stuff before, I wish I could’ve said it again. Continue reading “One Dear Heart”

Since you asked: yes, I have quite a lot to say.

I’m not very good at keeping my mouth shut. It’s a constant effort and a perpetual self-examination–a check I routinely perform before I open my mouth to offer my opinion. Will what I have to say serve any function beyond making me internally chuckle at my clever turn of phrase or rendering me positively giddy at the idea that somebody (me) finally got that son-of-a-bitch? Is it nice? Is it any of my business? I ask myself these questions, and I’m aware of what I’m doing (and of what I’m about to say) most of the time. On the whole, I try to do the next right thing. I try to be kind in the things I say, especially when I’m talking to someone I care about. Continue reading “Since you asked: yes, I have quite a lot to say.”

I mean, Jesus, I could die.

Lately, it feels a little like “one step forward and two steps back” around here. We stopped smoking a while back, and suddenly my Oreo addiction got way out of hand and we were having Casey’s pizza every weekend, the washing down of which required copious amounts of carbonated beverages. Then, I managed to get that mostly under control, and ended up with an infection that required Kill Your Gut Biome in One Fell Swoop antibiotics, and I’m still trying to recover from that while simultaneously beginning the McDougall program. Thankfully, starches are for the most part easy on the stomach. Continue reading “I mean, Jesus, I could die.”

This road I’m walkin’ on from time to time always leads me home.

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ~Terry Pratchett

I try to tell Step-daughter: leaving isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She’ll be a senior this year, and although I don’t think she plans to go away to college, I know it is nevertheless her intention to get as far away from Illinois as possible after she graduates. I think she believes–as I once did–that happiness isn’t possible here, that there’s nothing so boring and ugly as the prairie, and that there have to be better, nicer, and smarter people in bigger cities elsewhere in the country. Continue reading “This road I’m walkin’ on from time to time always leads me home.”