Monthly Archives: April 2011
Waffle House and Hydrogen Peroxide
The work day is almost over, and all I can think about is how much I love driving past a Waffle House later at night, knowing that it’s open and that I could go get some waffles and bacon if … Continue reading
Her tearful travelling twin
With the Easter Holiday just behind us, I’m sure at least some of us have had travel and relationships on our minds. I’m not sure what it is about air travel, but something about it makes you remember all the … Continue reading
Thursday without words day
Sleep writing, Starbucks, and things that block your path
It’s been said that a lot of writers “write best” when they are drunk. I don’t get drunk with wine, but I do try to be filled with the Spirit. See here: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ephesians%205:18&version=HCSB — Anyway, I’ve heard that sleep-deprivation and … Continue reading
I do not work for a suicide hotline
I do, however, work for a money company. Unfortunately, it’s practically the same thing. When a person’s money is in jeopardy, or just plain spent, (s)he often feels hopeless, guilty, and paralyzed. And, you guessed it, (s)he’ll sometimes feel … Continue reading
My beef with food blogs
I despise food blogs. Don’t get me wrong, I love food and a good recipe just as much as the next girl. I also understand why food blogs are so popular. Food is community. Food is energy. Food is identity. Food … Continue reading
A Saturday Sabbatical: Bob, Butthead, Mike, Marla, and me
Last night, I had a dream that I lived with a bunch of guys. Now, this isn’t something I would do in real life. Don’t get me wrong, I would love love love to live with a bunch of guys. They … Continue reading
Good dreams and good coffee
Last night I dreamt that I was being carried on one of those throne-chairs they have in the jungles with the poles and four men on the four corners carrying those poles to keep the throne lifted from the ground. … Continue reading
My muse was a so-called man.
Has anyone ever had an actual person as their Muse? I have. And my muse is gone. Okay, not technically gone per se, but stuffed away; like an old, oversized, dirty teddy bear. My muse put me through some of the cruelest, most … Continue reading
Look into those innocent eyes
I have no idea what to say today, so here is a photograph of my older sister’s yellow lab. She is from Colombia and her name is Luna, which means “Moon” in Spanish. When I took this picture in my sister’s … Continue reading
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