I was challenged by…

Today’s reflection is “I was challenged by…” I gotta say this one is tough for me, not because I didn’t have challenges, but nothing that defined my year, which is a good thing. But I did think of a couple things, one personal and one more global. My job These last 6 months or so…

no man’s land

I wrote a poem once about how 3 am is a no man’s land. It’s too late to still be up partying or whatever you’d like to do, and it’s too early to be up for the day. But here I am, for a couple reasons. I went to bed around 10 pm, after watching…

NPM – 24 of 30

hole in the floormat my driver’s side floormat has a hole where my right heel has worried through the fabric I don’t know how long my heel has worked to accomplish this feat I have noticed it slowly growing I have rearranged the floormat to slow the growth but it always inches back to the…

NPM – 6 of 30

“a hard cry could draw walls in, it could bend metal, it could turn a full moon into a sliver” – from The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen not as much as before not like it used to be tears enough to drown in sorrows fit for a crone but the aftermath produced no supernatural…

NPM – 3 of 30

uneven last night, my chin gushed blood due to an unfortunate launch of the cat from my face in sleep, an apology given soothed a troubled mind in the morning, as I brushed my teeth, an unexpected tilt I tried to balance myself tried to steady what I didn’t understand it turned my day upside…

‘we’re going to die in this stairwell’

Mid-morning yesterday, the emergency alarm sounded at work. Unlike our last building, this one’s alarm comes with a voice that says, “There is an emergency in the building. Exit the building immediately,” along with a piercing alarm sound that continues repeatedly. I work on the 6th floor of an 11-story building. In the last building,…

what in the actual f**k?

Seriously. Gun violence in America is out of control. And I don’t just mean the tragedies that happen like today’s awfulness in San Bernardino or previous incidents in Sandy Hook, Roseburg, Colorado Springs, and numerous other places. I also mean the hundreds of children who die because they find a gun in their home, their…

I forgot!

I totally spaced on blogging yesterday! Sorry! To make up for it, I will post twice today. Yesterday, I went to work with my pie and cookies. Around 11:15 am, we started putting food out. A lot of people were off so there was a small group, around 12. The newly appointed VP, and an…

weekends are becoming sacred space

I brought my laptop home with me this weekend. Like I’ve done previously, I had every intention to catch up on some work. But it’s almost 8 pm on Sunday night, and the bag never even got unzipped. I’ve come to (or come back to) the idea of making the weekends mine. Like I mentioned…

work, blood, other work, Blue Apron & other stuff

The first ‘work’ was therapy. I told my therapist that as I was sitting in the waiting room, it occurred to me that between sessions, I don’t often think about what we talk about. It’s so much easier to not. I know that’s why I quit going to therapy the first time. I didn’t want…

come on 3-day weekend!

You know those times when you have a lot going on, but you feel energized and confident and like you can’t lose? Those times are awesome, right? The energy just feeds on itself, and you feel good. Do you also know those times when you have a lot going on, and as hard as you…

dinner fail

Sad trombone. Tonight’s recipe did not work out. It’s still on the stove. It was supposed to be meatballs, but they didn’t stay together. Not enough breadcrumbs? Too much liquid? A bit of both? It was another Pioneer Woman recipe, Salisbury Steak Meatballs. When they didn’t stick together, I just crumbled them together. But by…