What a weird saying, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Apparently it “became popular at the turn of the twentieth century, and originated in New York tenements. Tenements were usually poorly constructed, crowded apartment buildings. A resident could certainly hear his upstairs neighbor dropping his shoes on the floor as he took them off … More When the other shoe drops…
Let us start by clearly stating I am not an expert in the field or topic. This is mere opinion. I know most people talk about subjects online as if they are subject matter experts but being mad at your parents for not “gentle parenting” does not make you an expert (sorry, not sorry). Health.com … More Generational Trauma…?
Disappointment and pain amongst friends.. A coworker mentioned they were feeling sick. Two days later I messaged them that I hoped they were feeling better. Later, in conversation, I mentioned that I was not a fan of large public outings, and she seemed surprised that I would be against being around people. She pointed out … More Hope amongst Strangers and Villains…
Today on this throwback Thursday I am thinking of the treatment I receive from those around me regarding my tattoos, and the truth surrounding their origins. People comment on my tattoos a lot. They ask what they mean, if they hurt, or simply tell me they love the colors. But it is not always reactions … More Rainbow armor, scars, and stories.
There’s a well known saying, “don’t poke the bear,” which is used to refer to a bad temper (Madadook, if you will). People said it about me and I used to be embarrassed by it. At one point, I pretended to embrace it, but inside it truly hurt my feelings and I would cry because … More Don’t poke the f**king bear.
I’ve decided that the Babadook can’t be a standalone character in my version of him. The original, of course, is a monster from the book, Monster, by Jennifer Kent (who also wrote the screenplay and directed the movie, The Babadook. While I refer to the Babadook as the monster inside my head who is always … More Babadook’s sister, Madadook…
Charles, my sweet companion terrier mix, died… and the Babdook was alive again. “Wait for me on the other side,” was the last thing I got to whisper in Charles ear before he took his last breathe. It was 5:08am (PST). I held him wrapped in a Mexican serape blanket, rocking him and holding him … More And just like that…
This is an open letter to someone who may never see it. Someone who likely doesn’t care. It’s not even just one person, but more than one, that is no longer there. But I need to say this, I need to let it out, I realized today it’s so bottled up inside that it makes … More An open letter…
We all tell lies. Maybe just little ones, or maybe only to ourselves, but we all do. Ultimately, most people don’t want to be wrong or the villain of the story. So they lie… I was having a conversation with my mom about something a family member told her, and my mom was accepting this … More The lies we tell…
Do you ever really know someone? Your partner, your kid, your best friend? Yourself? There is someone that I used to know. Or I thought I knew. They were my best friend. I likely was not theirs, but they were mine. And I was myself. Anxiety, depression, goofy and weird and all. I shared and … More Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind…