Once upon a time, I believed in love. Don’t misinterpret that though… I was never one of those girls who put a pillowcase on her head as a stand-in for a bridal veil. My dolls were my students or my co-workers… never my children. Most everything my parents did in the way of parenting was to ensure I’d grow up smart — not pretty or popular. In spite of all that, somewhere, in the back of my mind, I grew up believing in the fairy tale… true love… what I saw in my parents and grandparents every day. Continue reading He Was Out There
Monthly Archives: November 2011
Hello, old friend
So, three years ago tomorrow I stopped blogging. Doing so wasn’t really a conscious decision. My life was, frankly, upside down (or maybe it was inside out) and I was at a loss for what to say/write anymore.
Hold up — Does that say three years? For real? My how things have changed…
Back then, I was living for work, mostly writing about how miserable I was. I was living not exactly with my parents, but extremely adjacent to them. In about 600 square feet. With two cats and a dog. I wasn’t dating. I had pretty much given up on the idea of having a someone. I had no idea where I was going professionally (that term is used very loosely in this context). And personally, I had given up. I hated how I felt and was disgusted with how I looked. I felt used, abused, neglected and overwhelmed. Continue reading Hello, old friend
damaged calm 