Permission to play
The boys are Cub Scouts. Some people love the scouts, others revile them. Me? I’ve seen what good the Boy Scouts did for my brother and I’m a supporter. I do not like their politics (I’m as liberal as they …
The boys are Cub Scouts. Some people love the scouts, others revile them. Me? I’ve seen what good the Boy Scouts did for my brother and I’m a supporter. I do not like their politics (I’m as liberal as they …
So. Um. Hi there. It’s been a hell of a 24 hours here. Last night about this time I sat down to finally read a blog post I saw on my Facebook feed, one that someone suggested might irritate me. …
How do you use the internet? Well, besides the very obvious act of sitting in front of your favorite screen and reading these words. And these. And the ones to follow. There are different ways of using the internet and I’m …
The next person who tries to cheer me up by telling me Chicago is having a remarkably mild winter will be lucky recipient of a papercut from my Wellbutrin prescription. Sweetbabyjesusinastockingcap, I grew up here, I know this is a …
It’s been almost four years since I essentially collapsed from exhaustion. Unrelenting stress will do that to a person. Ironically, last year’s stress was considerably worse, but I had coping strategies learned from that collapse. Going gluten free, for one. …
Well, nothin’ like writing a depressing post about insomnia and the soul-crushing thoughts that creep through your mind late at night and then just disappear for nearly a week. So let’s go another direction, talk about something entirely different. Let’s talk …
The house is quiet, dark but for the backyard motion sensor light. It flashes on as it is jostled by the wind, casting vague shadows on the curtains. The boys sleep, finally silenced by the exhaustion they always refuse to …
I went grocery shopping last week. Yes, I know, news flash. We were out of nearly everything, and so it was a Costco and supermarket run. On a Saturday. It was not pretty. And it was not cheap. I suppose I …
I love her to pieces, but I am convinced my dog is hell-bent on driving me batshit crazy as fast as caninely possible. I can think of no other reason for her existence on this earth. Rosie is a sweet …
My previous adventures in time management can be summarized thusly: Present Jen is the Future Jen of Past Jen’s present, and Present Jen is pretty pissed off at Past Jen’s decisions not taking into account Future Jen’s present desires. Clear …