Who remembers?

Usually I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.  Oh, alright, you got me; I always remember what I ate the morning before, because it’s always the same: bacon.  OK, so I cheated there.  Made for a good opening clich√© though, right? Heh.  ūüėČ Alrighty then, let’s try another… I might not remember what … More Who remembers?

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

On the rocks 

When I was young, I had a rock collection.  The region I lived in was not particularly geographically dramatic or interesting, so the bar was low.  Granite was considered exciting; lovely white, iridescent quartz made my day. Most of the rocks were not very large; they could be found on the side of the then-unpaved … More On the rocks¬†

Escaping the ghosts

My last post was about my own ghost. ¬†That ghost is benevolent. ¬†Not all are. ¬†Some are vampiric. This post is about them. (Before I go much further, I should issue a Content Advisory, as there are brief mentions of home invasion and sexual assault.) I was a bright, vibrant, successfully-masking high school graduate, leaving … More Escaping the ghosts

Memories of clinging

During the years of 2010, 2011, and even 2012, I blogged a lot on here. I shared with you my favorite books, CDs, music genres, websites, my health issues, and how damn good it felt to leave Dallas for greener and hillier San Antonio pastures. I talked about how good it felt to have graduated … More Memories of clinging