I write blog posts in advance. In anticipation of the one year mark of our reconciliation, I had written a post. I re-read it as I began this one and it was really decent. Real. Funny. Honest. Romantic. Happy Ending. But it is not this post. Our marriage is over. …
I am asked if I am a perfectionist. I figure, if you have to ask, then the answer is probably “yes”. For example, no one asks if I am a runner. I consider myself a Recovering Perfectionist. Years ago, I was such a perfectionist that I did not understand why …
So, remember my life lesson around the red couch? I now have one from a piano. Before I get to the lesson, I have to wonder, why do my life lessons have to come in the forms of big and awkward? Why can’t I have the life lesson of the …
I’m in an unexpected phase of life. Again. Sidebar: What the hell is up with that? I am not a spontaneous sort of person. I think spontaneity is great. Scheduled. People tease me when I say that, but really, I love to say, “It’s Saturday. Let’s just see what happens. …
I said to a friend that loving your pet AND planning their death should not go together. It. Just. Should. Not. I used the quality of life scale developed by a oncologist for animals (you have to scroll down a bit to get to the scale part of this article). …
I sorted through my junk room today. Some people have a drawer, I have a room. Well, part of a room. And given the postage stamp size of my cabin, there is no room for a junk room. In the process of sorting I found two things of value: A …