rambling Scared Yet? Over the weekend ICE picked up a protestor and disappeared him into the night. They are going to revoke his green card and deport him. Neither his wife (8 months pregnant) nor his lawyer know where he is being held. He had been one of the leaders of the pro-Palestinian
rambling Time Travel... I woke up and time travelled last night. I know because when I rolled over to check the clock it was 3 AM, which means I woke up a few minutes before 2 AM and it took me an hour to roll over. Or I time travelled to the future.
rambling Joy Break! This morning there was a beautiful western bluebird on the back fence. Like story book picture of a spring bird. Blue feathers, red breast, sky was pink from the sunrise, frost on the wood of the fence...gorgeous. Of course when I went to grab my camera he flew away.
rambling Back Off... The other night while we were having dinner with friends I was reminded of the time I almost broke someone's fingers on the Max train. The Max is public transportation in Portland. Electric trains. I used to take Max when I worked downtown. The train could get really
rambling Give it Up... I have a Lenten Season suggestion....give up complaining about how other people aren't doing it right. Since Trump took office there has been a drumbeat on the Left about how nobody is DOING anything. Everyone is just watching it all happen and nobody is doing anything at
rambling Shhh... I've mentioned that I do a writing exchange with Dana. Every other Sunday I send her some sort of fiction. Either a micro story like I post here, or a poem like I post here much to Skippy's chagrin, or a chapter in a longer story.
rambling Shifts... After the completely embarrassing and demoralizing meeting with Zelenskyy on Friday I tried even more than usual to stay away from the news over the weekend. Mainly because every time I opened my phone there was something worse to read. Russia is celebrating how they've completely shifted the
rambling The Surreal Life... I wonder if there are still MAGAts out there that don't see that Trump is a Russian asset? They started cultivating him in the 80s and they have to feel like it has been a success beyond their wildest imagination. Aside from destroying the United States during this
rambling Footie Updates... My sore footie, not the fun football footie. Had my follow up appointment today about my ankle. The MRI showed a variety pack of old and new damage. I have a tear in my Achilles tendon and one in my peroneal tendon. Both lateral tears. Think of a split in
rambling Softly This morning I had my MRI. The first thing they do is give you an outfit to wear. A lot of clothing has metal in it, rivets in jeans, underwire in bras, metallic threads in other clothes, so to be safe you have to change clothes. But it was not
rambling Get Uncomfortable... Today I did an uphill run. I hate running uphill. It's not fun. It's hard. My ankle ends up just angry and sore by the end. It's not a thing I will generally choose to do. But today I did an uphill run. Doctor&
fiction Dreams... I dreamt of you last night. It wasn't anything special. Nothing unusual, more accurately. We were kids. I think it was supposed to be the time we set up the lemonade stand. Do you remember that? When we realized that most kids weren't allowed to walk
rambling Failing... You all know how much I hate to fail. I really hate it. I love a gold star. I love goals. I love stretch goals. I love to pretend they are the patriarchy and smash them all. But right now I'm failing hard. And I hate it. I&
rambling Alternative History... If you were or are a comic book reader you're familiar with the whole multiverse thing. Alternative timelines in different worlds that are all changed, sometimes subtle changes, sometimes drastic ones because different decisions were made. It's a storytelling tool they use to try and inject
rambling Better or Worse One of the things that would probably be most shocking to anyone not living in the United States right now is how very uniformed a lot of the people living here are about what is happening. Tens of millions of people didn't even vote in the last election.
rambling True Romance... Okay if you haven't read the post I sent out just before this one, you will want to read it first. So start with The Affair and then come back to this. That piece was one of my fiction exchange pieces with Dana. I wrote it last October
fiction The Affair... The affair started when I was 35 years old. I can tell you all of the reasons why it happened. I was feeling unappreciated at home. I was feeling unattractive in a body that had changed from giving birth multiple times. I was lonely in a house full of people.
fiction They Say... They say that Pandora was too curious and couldn’t do as Zeus told her and that’s why she opened the box unleashing all the world’s evils. They say that Eve was fooled by the serpent and that’s why she disobeyed God and ate the apple. They
rambling And Dusted... I mentioned the ad agency yesterday. I worked for them two times. The first as a bookkeeper and then we moved to Colorado Springs for a few years. When we moved back they rehired me as an account executive. I'm one of those employees that gets personally attached
rambling Money... Back in the way before times, before I was retired, before I was a stay at home mom whose kid didn't, before I was a massage therapist, before I was an advertising account executive, before all of that I was a bookkeeper. And one of the things I
rambling Honesty... I haven't written in a couple of days and I have like three ideas for blogs but instead I'm going to write a fairly short one to give you an honesty update. I feel very down today. Like energy is tanked. No motivation. Absolutely no desire
rambling Are You Real? I've written before about how frustrating it is to be someone who writes when you cannot reach someone through words. When someone is grieving and you cannot comfort them no matter what you say. When you know someone is about to make a terrible decision but there is
fiction The Not Bright Knight 2... The Not Bright Knight Part One It was a full three-day journey to get to the thicket of thorns. Though he could smell the roses on day two. That’s how many roses there were. How thickly they had grown around the old castle. At the end of day two
fiction The Not Bright Knight... Everyone said he wasn’t very smart. Well not everyone, his mother always said that it wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, it was that he saw the world differently. But honestly, that was probably just a mother’s way of saying he wasn’t very smart. But he
rambling Give Me a Break... It's been a whirlwind of shit the past three weeks. It's by design. They planned it that way. To overwhelm the systems. To flood the zone with shit. To keep throwing so much stuff at everyone that there is no way to keep up. To ignore
