Anxiety

There’s something transforming about blogging. Something peace-bringing. Like flinging my words out on a keyboard actually flings them across the Universe where they are not …

Y’all, the past 9(?) weeks have really done a number on me and this blogging thing. I mean, that is, in case you haven’t noticed …

Two and a half years ago, I believed I was a failure. That I was worthless. That I was nothing.  I would never  be a …

When I go anywhere, I’m a pretty meticulous packer. I make a list of what I’m taking with specific item details. The list doesn’t just …

I mean, I *AM* fluffy in that I’m soft in my middle. And thighs. And upper arms. And jowls. And I suppose I carry my …