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Open letter to a friend whose heart is battered…. I remember that you were there for me when I was going through a lot and had no one. So I will do my best to be here for you, now. … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: November 2011
Sometimes we forget the gray areas. The innocuous middle ground that is so often overlooked because it doesn’t scream at us like the extremes do. It’s why certain things are overlooked; like the independent voters, the agnostics, reputable, stable, feminine … Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll get through it~ this solitude foisted upon me by fate. I wonder why she doesn’t call me? Must I do everything? and nothing Even when everything feels like nothing, and nothing, everything? … Continue reading
I already love her mind. I already love her words. I already love the parts of herself she reveals to me in herds of raw, broken, struggling, yet completely filled vessels of hope and understanding. I’m not demanding totally sodden … Continue reading
Was meeting a friend at a local pub I like a lot, even though it’s often noisy as hell, and I picked out a booth to wait for my friend to arrive. The waitress gave me a glare when I … Continue reading
My best friend, Justi, and I were talking about knives and axes, as weapons. (I know, but we often have strange conversations with little memory of exactly how the subject came up). Anyway, she liked the idea of using them … Continue reading
Sometimes we have to come up with clever solutions to problems. Three of my most cherished and successful coping skills have been Positive Anchoring, honesty and humor. One of the situations that is particularly challenging is being nervous in social … Continue reading
“Twelve Jews were brutally murdered, huge numbers maimed, and many Jewish women were raped. Two million rubles worth of property was destroyed.” ~ Lawrence Kelleman I sn’t Christmas a wonderful time of year? Consider this: Thus says the LORD, Do not learn the way … Continue reading
Most things for me, now, are in the context of being an HSP. My Sensory Processing Sensitivity is a brain architecture that will never change. It is part of me as much as DNA or eye color or ethnic origins. … Continue reading
In an article in Psychology Today,* I again found comfort in the knowledge that there are others like me out there, and my particular brand of weirdness is not “damage” but an inherent brain architecture I am born with. Just … Continue reading
I placed another personal ad on Craigslist. Hopefully this won’t turn into a freak-fest like it did last time. And if it does, well, more material for my writing. LOL. The Ad I used before was way more humorous, but … Continue reading