I feel like I’ve come to life for a moment. Hopefully several moments. I want to work. I want to breathe and accomplish things.
Going where? The Stagnation of Predictability
21 March, 2022 Two years ago today, I was moving into a new house and putting many of my belongings…
Sloshing: Trauma, Memory, & Blurting
In the grand scheme of things, nothing I do or don’t do is of any value. I am not a…
Obligation: Buzzing around Blanche
This second week of March, 2022, marks two years since I moved out of the beach house my ex-husband and…
Integral Lee: Returning to Me
With time, my blog continues to change focus because I continue to change focus. And yet, not really. Ultimately, I…
Wandering: Into the Earth and Out Again.
I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…
Leaving Davis Mountains: Arriving at a New Piece of Self.
I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…
Boondocking in Texas: The Davis Mountains & Accepting Fate
Most trees in the Davis Mountains are stunted—low to the ground as if cowering from the sunlight. Mesquite, evergreen sumac,…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
It’s Not Too Much to Ask: Revisiting and Requesting Respect
(Dec 18, 2018). I reach into myself—my past, my present, my imagined future—and find emptiness. From the time I was…