The Sunday Post: Rewriting my Story

I had an idea today. Let me back up a few days first. My friends have been spoiling me. It’s probably because I’ve been such a baby lately, but I don’t know what I would have done without my tribe, as they refer to themselves. Or the many others who are there when I need…

The Sunday Post: Breathing Room

In today’s post, as promised, I’m sharing a few more pictures from our outing to Chattooga Belle Farms. The slideshow below includes a few of my favorites, some of which Jeremy took when I asked him to hold my camera for a while. As I wrote earlier, it was a great opportunity to just do…

The Sunday Post: Progress Report

It was just over four months ago that everything came crashing down on me and I had no idea what I was going to do next. I really didn’t know how I was going to get through it and all I could think about was trying to figure out a way to turn back the…

The Sunday Post: Ticked

No cheery Sunday Post for you today, folks. Not feeling it. I’m quite upset with most of the whole world today, but mostly with myself (and the moving company). But maybe I should go back a bit. In my last post I wrote that not being angrier is making me sad. And that’s still true….

The Sunday Post: For Sentimental Reasons

I’ve always been a nostalgic, sentimental type of person. Each time I leave a place for the last time, I feel sad, even if my time there wasn’t all that happy. Happened with school, work, and every house I’ve lived in. As a teen I spent more than one new year’s eve counting down the…

The Sunday Post: Gray Skies

Woke up listening to the rain on the roof and the sound comforted me. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in and the sound of rain always seems to make that even cozier. But it was still early, not even seven yet, and I was awake. I’ve been waking early these days and can’t get back…

The Sunday Post: Shooting for the Stars

Last Sunday I found a website that generates random photos. These photos are from various sources, but they’re free to use, and are intended to provide a little artistic or writing inspiration. This is the photo that caught my eye: I wrote a story, a very short story, inspired by this dog, imagining what he’s…

The Sunday Post: Getting Ready

I started working on a new poem this afternoon, but then as I was writing the words didn’t really seem to fit. I was trying to write about a particular subject but the words that ended up on the page were about something else. I think there are two different poems that are forming and…