Showing posts from October, 2015

The Maddening Mask

The gory blood dripping from the eyes,
wooden teeth ominously smiling,
the discontent is no surprise,
anxiety increasing and beguiling.

A disfigured and damaged face,
ghoulish green hairs sticking out,
an alien from outer space,
or a wart and a signature witches' pout.

Any of these can hide our features,
they can alter our perception,  
they can change us to be creatures,
but thats not nearly the most clever deception.

The maddening mask is none of these,
its the one we choose to believe,
the reality to which we tease,
when to lies and falsehoods we cleave.

When we close our minds,
refusing to show others whats on our hearts,
we choose our emotions to be maligned,
and our souls we willingly tear apart.

This sycophantic laughter and pasted on smile,
will obscure our needs and our reality,
and create within us thoughts that are vile,
because as much as we try we cannot live in duality.

The most frightening thing we can ever do,
is pretend to be someone else to appease others,
and liv…


In my house they have become both the enemy and our saving grace. My mother has in the last few months been diagnosed with congestive heart failure (CHF). On top of everything else she has going on we have had to restrict fluids in her diet as she fluctuates immensely in weight (fluid retention) due to her CHF.
Which means, unfortunately, we have had to restrict the woman's coffee intake.
She can handle her diabetes, degenerative disc disease, heart issues, knee problems, torn acl, but this CHF? It kicks her ass. We have to measure how much she drinks, measure and watch sodium intake, substitute salad for her soup...and of course cut back her coffee intake.
Ever since I was little I have known coffee first questions later. It's her destresser, her indulgence, her last hurrah. She cannot dance or move that well these days, her diet is quite strict, she doesn't drink alcohol or smoke anything....but is her crack. No sugar, no cream, just black, bitter and…

Use Your Words: October 16, 2015

Hello and happy Friday!Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.My words are: tattoos ~ pumpkin ~ bats ~ candy ~ mice ~ zombiesThey were submitted by: Dawn!She blinks her eyes,
wondering if she bats her butterfly lashes hard enough if they could take her away from here.Far away from these mindless zombies, who wander aimlessly and hold painfully dull conversations.Their souls are satiated with candy, mindless chatter and boring sex. Where she craves a hard unforgettable fucking, discussions that flair into thoughtful debates and anything sinfully savory sh…

You Are Not A Low Priority

Not being okay is okay.Staying that way is not okay.I invite us all to embrace and acknowledge our feelings. The good, the bad, the iffy, the lovey dovey, the scary, the hard-to-deal-with, and everything-in-between feelings. There is nothing wrong with feeling depressed or low. It is wrong to accept living in emotional pain or turmoil simply because we do not think we deserve better. We do not need to shelve our souls, wants or desires in hopes that one day it will get better. If we (those of us with low self-esteem or depression or both) would have a loved one of ours who put themselves on the backburner because they felt insignificant or unworthy of being happy or of self-love we would slap the hard truth pf reality into their silly beautiful faces.We would adamantly list and defend why they were indeed worthy of love and acceptance. We would attempt to love them fiercely. We would push them to seek help.But for ourselves?We find it okay to make ourselves the lowest priority possibl…

Secret Subject Swap: October 9th, 2015

Hello and happy Friday!!! Welcome to a Secret Subject Swap. This week 15 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts.  Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts.  Sit back, grab a cup, and check them all out. See you there:                          Baking In A Tornado     The Momisodes                  Spatulas on Parade       Sparkly Poetic Weirdo                        Southern Belle Charm       The Lieber Family Blog http://batteredhope.blogspot.comNever Ever Give Up Hope     Confessions of a part time working mom                        Someone Else’s Gen…

Growing Into Nice

When I was younger I prided myself on being nice.

Nice to my friends, classmates, teachers, family (except my younger cousin I always tortured-still sorry about that Allison)-nice to anyone I could be because I believed that love and kindness could truly make a difference.

I cannot remember exactly when my position on being kind changed but I do remember a time when I felt ashamed to be known....only as nice.

In sixth grade we learned about an elementary teacher who taught a somewhat rambunctious boy who liked to talk a lot during class. Although he was trouble at times he was lovable. The teacher switched grades she was teaching and ended up having the boy again in junior high school. One day after a particularly hard lesson and the kids were feeling down the teacher started a project. She wrote every kids name down on an individual paper and everyone in the class wrote one nice thing about the classmate on it. The children were amazed and surprised what the other kids noticed and th…