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

Cats see ghosts

I don’t know why, but I feel like writing about ghosts again today.  (This will probably be the last post along these lines for a while!) 😉 This one is far more benevolent than the last one.  🙂 — I had met my partner’s grandfather, “Granddad”, in 2001, along the escape route from my northern … More Cats see ghosts

Waking the ghost 

The San Antonio Mission Trail is one of those no-brainer must-dos on every Texan’s Bucket List.  The Alamo is just the head of an entire trail that includes 4 other Missions. I didn’t end up embarking on such a trail until I had long since reached adulthood.  We got our start a little too late … More Waking the ghost 

Always grieving <3

For the past few years, it seems like I have been in a low-level, almost stealthy state of grief. Sometimes it’s for loved ones, both the 2-legged and 4-legged varieties, who have passed on.  And there are plenty of those.  I’m always amazed when I hear that someone well into adulthood, usually in their 30s … More Always grieving ❤

Gratitude 

Thanksgiving Day in the US (and Canada, for that matter) is a long way off.  But I’m thankful anyway.  Who says there has to be a designated day for giving thanks? I am thankful for so many of the Little Things that actually become Big Things in a real hurry if you lose the ability … More Gratitude 

Life’s bitter here

I am again walking on eggshells.  From what my counselor said–and didn’t say–to me today, I get the fairly distinct feeling that my father wants to have a Conversation with me.  As usual, there is some Unfinished Business. Also as usual, I want to know what it is.  Not in a Universe-taunting “what next?  Ha-ha” … More Life’s bitter here

Callin’ Baton Rouge

I’m Cajun.  Well, a quarter Cajun, though I’d like to think it’s a dominant gene. However, I did not grow up in Cajun Country and in fact, it’s been a remarkably long time since I’ve been there.  My mother’s side of the family is all still there (the elder ones, anyway; like anywhere else, the … More Callin’ Baton Rouge