There was this tiktok trend recently where you asked the men in your life how often they think about the Roman empire. Most men that were asked and made into videos said they did daily or at least weekly. I asked around and got similar answers. People were pondering why so many m … | Continue reading
I’m not sure whose decision it was to send me the Girl Scout camp in 5th grade. I had gone to encampment weekend a couple of times, and it was okay, but at some point either me or my mother thought a whole week away at Camp Seven Hills would be fantastic for my growth … Continue … | Continue reading
I haven’t got a lot of time, which has been the mood of the past month. I worked a lot this week, and there was much going on, so I did not accomplish any writing. I don’t even have time to do so right now, I am just sneaking this little blog in before I … Continue reading Do Har … | Continue reading
I checked out my year-to-date stats this morning, and I have these thoughts… Once upon a time, in the earlier days of my blog, I wrote a post about the readers I had from around the world. It’s still surprises me that I have readers from all over when I don’t expect to have reach … | Continue reading
For the past 4 days, I have been working on a puzzle. Ny boss had to go out of town, so I was running the store from Sunday until this morning. It was quite a few hours in a short period of time, and I am totally exhausted at the end of it. It was … Continue reading Work Week | Continue reading
This morning, I am pretty proud of myself. As the constant reader knows, I wage a battle with myself a few times a month in an effort to get out and read my poetry in public. I have no stage fright, so that is not the issue. I have no fear that my work is … Continue reading Poetr … | Continue reading
I have decided, due to overwhelming conditions, that I have to start outsourcing some of my therapy. My wonderful counselor cannot do all this heavy lifting on her own, as far as I’m concerned. First of all, she handles the daily maintenance of me- and then on top of that she’s s … | Continue reading
During his life, Hubs has gotten some flack from some folk regarding his political leanings; apparently he’s become a little too liberal for the likes of them. Of course, this makes me chuckle as he is still adamantly Independent, and maintains some views that I continue to think … | Continue reading
Typically, I do not use my blog for reviews of things. I believe I have done so precisely three times. Here is number four. Five years ago, my mother put a pair of movie tickets in my Christmas stocking. Eventually, they wound up in a drawer, then a box, then another drawer, wher … | Continue reading
I have a vivid recollection of the first episode. Kevin had been hyping it for a little while, so when our mother’s decided to have spaghetti dinner that particular Sunday night, we were both excited to watch, and got the adults excited as well. I remember us sitting on the the r … | Continue reading
If you are a long time reader, then you should be fully aware that I do not shy away from discussing my mental health. I have always been upfront and brutally honest about my struggles with my brain, who rebelled on me sometime ago and whom I have been trying to wrestle to the gr … | Continue reading
Back when the movie As Good As It Gets came out, I saw obsessive-compulsive disorder on the screen for the first time. I felt a kinship to Jack Nicholson’s character that I did not fully understand then. No, I was not a neat freak who needed to wash my hands over and over, or fli … | Continue reading
Currently, I am sitting on my couch, smoking a cigarette. This is not acceptable behavior. First of all, I can’t find my vape so that just starts the day off on the wrong foot. I know it is around here somewhere, but the stress of looking for it makes me need the nicotine, which … | Continue reading
If you ask my husband what his favorite holiday is, he will tell you it is the 4th of July. I am pretty sure it is simply because he enjoys fireworks and picnics, because I know for a fact it has very little to do with patriotism. When I was younger, the 4th was my … Continue rea … | Continue reading
I have a bee in my bonnet. Gay Pride month is coming to a close, and once again I have heard several people comment on how they don’t believe that the LGBTQ community deserve a whole month. Again, as usual, I remind folks of things like Black History month and Women’s History mon … | Continue reading
I have been focused a lot on my own grief in the past 6 months. I have spent many nights screaming at the sky, many moments remembering something that makes me cry, and many days talking to a mono-god I don’t even believe in anymore about how stupid the whole thing was. I have wr … | Continue reading
I can’t write. My hiccups won’t go away I guess, or perhaps this is moving into a full-on block. On Tuesday, I sat down to write my blog and nothing came. I didn’t think much of it because it has been coming in drips lately, and I figured something would come to mind before the … … | Continue reading
Every once in awhile, for whatever reason, I end up being off my meds for a couple of days. Sometimes it is human error, sometimes it is computer error, sometimes it is my own stupid self. Most recently, I was without Celexa for 5 days over the course of my birthday weekend. This … | Continue reading
It is one of those very early mornings where I cannot sleep and I miss my mother. I could have crept over to her house and started the coffee pot, and waited for a little while until she woke up. We could have sat on the back porch and chatted for a couple hours, until … Continue … | Continue reading
I think I’m having a writer’s hiccup. Unlike writer’s block, where I have no desire to write and no ideas whatsoever, the writer’s hiccup is a small, short-term event that leaves me aching to write but without any time or ability. Obviously, if you are a regular blog reader you k … | Continue reading
Back in my early theater days, the concept of Hell Week was introduced to me. Hell Week, otherwise known as Tech Week, was the time before the opening night of a show, where all finishing touches would have to take place and the show would have to get on its feet completely befor … | Continue reading
We spent 30 minutes looking for the right tree. It was one of the last of the cherry blossoms at the Historical Museum. There was a girl taking her graduation photos at the tree next to us and I was hopeful we stayed out of her way, but who knows? Perhaps years from now she … Con … | Continue reading
Somewhere between South Buffalo and North Tonawanda, my phone gave up the ghost. I don’t know what happened. It was fine at home; it was not fine at Carey’s house. For two days I tried, but nothing, until dad reminded me that we had insurance on the family plan. So, I headed … | Continue reading
I didn’t get to tell her that my eyes healed all the way, and that I only need glasses to read, and that it’s easier to drive at night. I didn’t get to tell her that I got a new job, something completely outside of my comfort zone that I ended up really loving. I … Continue readi … | Continue reading
I was in eighth grade the first time someone asked me to teach. It was my first grade teacher Ms. Schewe, and she was in need of a tutor for her students that were behind in Reading. This was in the days before remedial classes and special ed, and looking back I know now that … C … | Continue reading
The month of April is flying by, so I suppose I should do my annual Poetry Month blog. In the past, I have shared my poetry, I have shared the poems of my friends, I have written about poets that I like, and about my feelings towards the craft itself. Today I will write about … C … | Continue reading
Why does my anxiety build up in my head and creates obstacles for me? This is a question I am pondering this morning, as I consider whether or not I wish to read poetry tomorrow night. On Sunday, I awoke nervous. Mostly, it was because of the stress I was building up in my head. … | Continue reading
It is Tuesday morning at 4:30 a.m. and I have just posted my blog for the day, but here I am starting a new one for Thursday, because I am waist deep in the comments section on my local news station’s Facebook. Here is a link to the article that folks are talking about. To … Cont … | Continue reading
As I have written in the past, I have PTSD. I developed this first when my grandmother died and I was 8 years old. I had the unfortunate experience of finding her body as it took its last breath, and it wrecked my little brain something fierce. One of the PTSD symptoms that I exp … | Continue reading
I almost forgot to go to work today. I don’t know where my mind was, I work every Friday morning, and yet today it did not register with me. Perhaps because I have to work tomorrow instead of Sunday due to Easter, or perhaps it was because there was no school this week. Either wa … | Continue reading
I didn’t write last week. I was sick, with what was either a major gastro flare-up, or the Norovirus. Either way, I spent most of my time on a hospital gurney or on my sofa. I didn’t update the blog, I didn’t do anything for Patreon, and at one point I had an idea for … Continue … | Continue reading
The whole family came down with a stomach bug after Sunday night, when we had our Corned Beef Cook-off. My sister called me, because she was very sick, and needed me to bring her Ginger Ale. I, of course, ran into the burning building of germs because that is what I do when my ba … | Continue reading
This morning I woke up and I went on Twitter to read the news for the day. There is,of course, the rumor of this Tuesday, that the former president would be indicted. I thought perhaps that would be the headline that caught my eye first, but either that’s not happening today, or … | Continue reading
Sometime before Christmas, I turned off my computer. See, it was too close to the heating vent, and as a result the fan seem to be working overtime. It made far too much noise, and so I turned it off. I adjusted it’s position, figured maybe it just needed a break for a day or … C … | Continue reading
Here is a link to a poem that I wrote about St Patrick’s Day. It was published a little while back in the Ghost City Press Review. I penned it while at a workshop led by one of my favorite local poets, Justin Karcher, who also edits for Ghost City. I was very pleased he … Continu … | Continue reading
Some people celebrate their dating anniversary. Some people celebrate their wedding anniversary. My husband and I do neither, though that is not to say we let the days go unnoticed. They’re both in September, which is convenient because then we just really have to remember the mo … | Continue reading
I have seen a lot of talk in the media and on the socials about all the laws people are trying to pass regarding drag queens. I will admit that I didn’t pay much attention at first, mostly because I thought it was pretty f**king stupid. Because, at the end of the day, this is: … … | Continue reading
Some stories, particularly ones related to the theater, I save for myself. Perhaps for a memoir, perhaps a compilation of sorts- essays or something. Maybe even for a play I will write somewhere down the road. Anyway, these are not the tales that end up in the blog. If I were to … | Continue reading
I read a quote a long time ago, that said “so long as you’re trying, I’m staying.” I have often said this to my husband, who has gone through some battles that are not mine to share, but have caused him to have to try very hard at many emotional aspects of life. This, of … Contin … | Continue reading
One of the Catholic Church’s favorite things to play is the waiting game…we have Advent, the four weeks prior to Christmas, and then we have Lent, the 6 weeks before Easter. We. I still, automatically, type the word “we.” I mentioned to Mark this morning that Catholicism is very … | Continue reading
Over the past few months, I have been shouting out a lot of birthday’s on Facebook. Usually, I will post on a friend’s timeline or I will send a private message, but this year most of my people are hitting a milestone. We are staring down the barrel of the big four-oh. Now, I sup … | Continue reading
Probably the most annoying bit of being a new member to the Dead Parent Club is the “never again’s.” The first was me getting sick and realizing that never again woud my mother take care of me, holding back my hair or bringing me a cool cloth for my forehead. That was a “big” th … | Continue reading
Shortly before the fugue state, my mother told K that she wanted to take us to the Botanical Gardens. Buffalo has a amazing domed greenhouse placed amongst its even more amazing Parks System, designed by Frederick Law Olmsted in the early 1900s. One time, when the kids were small … | Continue reading
When M was little we talked often about apocalyptic survival. He thought he’d fare quite well, particularly against zombies. I told him he best just leave my dead weight behind, to which he devised many plans to keep me alive, even insofar as suggesting I used a mallet or bat for … | Continue reading
When I was a child, I had a few favorite little games. One was making stews. I would get a bowl and fill it with outdoor things and imagine I was feeding my creations to animal folk or faries or whatnot. Another game I played was ‘”hospital,” where I’d create medicines and banda … | Continue reading
As I sit here, I can hear the wind howling outside. My phone tells me it is 7 degrees Fahrenheit, and -15 is the “feels like” temperature. I spent the morning mostly outdoors, safely bundled but wishing I had put on a third layer because it was certainly colder than I expected. I … | Continue reading
Of course, it has been a few quiet months so my stupid stomach decided to make an appearance. It started by ruining a girl’s night in Erie PA with Sahar. She ended up driving me to the hospital in Buffalo, and as I threw up in a little blue baggie she wheeled me into the … Contin … | Continue reading
Listen, I’ve said it on Facebook, and I’ve said it on Twitter, and I’m pretty sure I mentioned it at least once in this blog, but you had to block me. You see, there are people I follow on social media that are not necessarily MY people. They’re the people of those I love- former … | Continue reading