We Need To Talk

“We need to talk.” Did anyone else read that and have their stomach tighten just a bit? I did and I’m the one who wrote it…and said it (kinda) to my hubby not too long ago. Some of you may remember he had a slip recently and while I’m an understanding sorta gal, I’m not one to sit idly by when I feel something needs to be said. I’m gonna say it.

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The last IWSG post of the year!

Wait, what? As I read the question posed by the Insecure Writer’s Support Group this month, it made me realize that this is it.  This is the last month of the year. Should I feel some sort of way right now? Sad? Regretful? Excited? Anticipatory? Is that a word? Must be because the red squiggly line didn’t show up. I honestly don’t feel anything about it being the end of 2017. Well, that’s not quite true…more on that in a minute.

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Accept it for what it is?

Resentments.

Ugh.

Just when I think I’m done with resentments, one crops up. Why? Is it because I’m an addict or because I’m human? That’s one question I guess I won’t know the answer to because, well, let’s face it, I’m an addict, recovered or not. That means that as much as I’d love to say that my brain is a perfect playground of butterflies and daisies, sometimes it’s still spiders (gah!) and poison ivy.

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