For those who don't know, Manspreading is the practice where men sit with their legs wide apart. It is usually used in regards to their sitting on public transport, generally encroaching on women's space. I've often heard men's excuses, the most prevalent of which is - "I need room for my balls." This has been … Continue reading On Manspreading
Say that ten times fast. It's one of the tongue twisters those of us from the other side of the Atlantic learn as kids. A Lorry is a truck. (Luar-ee). That's sometimes how depression feels. Something you can't quite grasp. Like you're nearly able to comprehend, to get a hold of, but never completely. You … Continue reading Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry, Yellow Lorry…
So this morning is the best morning out of the last three. Not stellar by any means, but okay. The kids were fifteen minutes late for school. I'm starting to worry the school will call DCFS soon. I need to get on top of this soon. Or now. I woke at 06:30 without an alarm. … Continue reading Quack Quack
Do you remember your first real friend? The one who you couldn't wait to see? The one who you cycled, laughed, ran, got into trouble with? That bond was so strong. You were so young, and of course, so cool. There were others in the group, but he was your bestie. Do you remember your … Continue reading Remember?
I’m staring at the clock. As I watch, time ticks by so slowly, minutes feeling like hours. Moving in a sloth-like manner. It must be just my perception. The clock is working just fine. When I look away, the hours seem to fly by. I don’t know why I’m still staring. She left hours ago. … Continue reading Clocks
Darkness falls inside my cave. I can see a little, that is all. I worry about something bad happening. A fire, and accident, or someone violating my space. Darkness Falls. My anxiety slowly rises. So slowly, in fact, that at first I don't notice it. When I do, there is the automatic anxiety begetting anxiety … Continue reading Darkness Falls
Beauty is truly, what's between your two ears, It takes most forever, to see what is dear. The skinny, the fat, and all in between, Are precious vessels, to many unseen. I hate my own body, I feel like freak. Has society said, it's bad being unique? I look at my daughters, and worry that … Continue reading Beauty