Being Okay Again
I decided to pick happiness over drama this time and funnily enough, it actually was enough. I’m getting to be okay again.
I decided to pick happiness over drama this time and funnily enough, it actually was enough. I’m getting to be okay again.
It struck me last night, when I was sitting on the floor of a slight friend’s house, talking to another friend when she asked me, “So how are you doing?“ Then she looked at me straight in the eye and pointed to her own heart. I stared back, a fraction…
This story of an 80s feminist is always a comfort read. And it brings up a question we’re still grappling with thirty years later.
Do read my earlier post on Fifty Shades, if you haven’t already. I finished reading the second Fifty Shades book – Fifty Shades Darker. I retract everything I thought while reading the first. This is not a good book. This is not a good story. These aren’t strongly etched characters….
Thoughts on reading Fifty Shades of Grey
Serenity is not knowing what tomorrow will bring and still being able to look forward to it.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.
I’m reclaiming my right to write. There’s much I’ve felt and been and heard and wanted to say but didn’t. A relationship, an engagement, a bitter breakup…aren’t all of these fodder for a feeling writer? And yet I’ve been quiet. I’ve been under a self-imposed gag order that no one…
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.