Tales from the (brain) crypt ~ shadows and apparitions

By “brain crypt”, I’m not implying that I’m brain dead, although maybe after the antihistamine kicks in, I might have to revise that statement.  😉 Kidding. Rather, I’m co-opting the anatomical definition of the word “crypt” for my own use… “a small tubular gland, pit, or recess” Thank you, Google.  You may not have a … More Tales from the (brain) crypt ~ shadows and apparitions

6-Month Milemarker

Yep, 6 months–and 6 days, too, but meh.  I say “meh” a lot, I’ve noticed, which might be a positive sign?  A sign that I’ve stopped giving much more of a shit than I should?  Heh. So, here we are, at the 6-month mark on my road.  All roads to hell are paved with good … More 6-Month Milemarker

Who rescued whom?

(Content Advisory, involving stray kitties that were originally abandoned but never harmed/injured, and ultimately rescued.  This story starts out a little sad, but has an incredibly happy ending!) ❤ Five years ago, around this time of year… The little black and white cat lay stretched out on the pavement outside the door of the Visitor … More Who rescued whom?

Reflections on my 30s: my decade in review

I rang in my 30s–or should I say I sang in my 30s–at a north Dallas-area mall in an “up and coming” suburb, by belting out contemporary Disney tunes–specifically “Arabian Nights”, high on a dark chocolate shake and full of good mood food from The Cheesecake Factory, after which I loudly proclaimed that my 30s … More Reflections on my 30s: my decade in review