Tofutti peanut butter chocolate syrup A sleeping, walking child she took four steps today I completed my sonnet I completed my collage I walked outside in the daytime and didn't have a panic attack. We buy our house tomorrow I will have a studio again I will have peace again I'm not running away, I'm…
Yesterday
I was having a great day or something and then the phone rang and I had to speak to an agency, (in the middle, my mother came over,) our big purchase loan coordinator, (get papers signed, scanned and emailed,) then deal with my ex. Dearie had a melt down and I followed suit soon after.…
My take on being a mentally ill parent with children.
my response to http://kittomalley.com/2015/02/20/compassion-childhood-trauma-of-parental-mental-illness-1000speak/ metalflowermaker February 26, 2015 / 3:58 am Thank you for this discussion. In advance: I’m sorry this is so long. I had an exchange recently (screaming argument) with my ex who decided to blame my genes for the behavior of our eldest child. I realized that as far away from that…
Ten days of posting all in a row (Is it all in my head?)
Ten days of posting all in a row (Is it all in my head?) I think all this writing is going to my head (coming from my head) The thrill of the edit, the photo selection, the comments and likes validate (its all in my head) I have to complete the poetry class, come hell…
Writing 201: Poetry Form: Concrete Poetry – Device: Enjambment
Originally posted 1/23/15
“separate grief from depression” with acronyms for good measure
Doesn't grief add fuel to the smoldering fire of depression? Creating smoke and noxious fumes you can't help but cry to douse the blaze. With help, a chemical spray keeps the flames at bay. Read the disclaimer though trials may prove only to be a temporary measure. Intensive work with a LISW, MISW, MSW, LCSW,…
Half Empty
I'm sorry, I can't get my mind to focus. I'm sorry, I'm stuck on the negative comments from two days ago. I'm sorry, baby smiles, hugs and art making can't make the vortex go away. I'm sorry, the day was wasted when I could not find one good thing for the day to feel worthwhile.…
Obviously, someone was born yesterday, but it wasn’t me.
Youngest older child wants to be grown patterns behavior after his oldest brother's antics resulting detentions, in school restrictions, suspensions things his brother never did at school, just at home worst success ever epic fail Dysfunction is poisonous like unwashed chicken, undercooked but looking tender the stomach cramps, the hours of uncomfortable ick Child above,…
Blogging 101: Increase Your Commenting Confidence
I am extremely embarrassed by praise or awards. Call me weird, anti-social or terror stricken; these words match me very well. I was stuck for a polite response to a Blog Award I received in a comment, so I fretted and said nothing, but felt the guilt of silence weighing heavily upon me, so I…
A Cough. No, I Guess Not
A cough, then I heard a piece of paper rip. Not a slow tear, but the fast rip of "I'm done with this piece of paper forever." Symbolic dreaming again? What am I done with now? Am I fed up with the paperwork I must do to stay alive, eating and breathing. Find the 1"…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 