Illiterations: Laughing At My Own Expense

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One Bad Apple

I'm three months out of a mass scapegoating. Yeah, it really is a thing. I'm not gonna write about it here but suffice it to say that if you've experienced it, you know it's a thing, and if you have not, you can Google the scapegoating phenomenon and what sociologists and psychologists have to say about it. Anyway, the coven of people who scapegoated me were once a sweet little group of friends who would never have betrayed each other, nor spoken ill of each other out of earshot. Or in, for that matter. One of the things I loved about our little friend group was that, by and large, I was the one who pulled us all together. I was very proud of that fact. Since the initial event, though, I have been reflecting on how I connect with other women and make friends. It has made me scratch my head a bit and wonder if I should listen to my inner voice when building friendships. You see, what I have ultimately concluded is that our solid, happy grou...

Whitesnake and Starting Over

Here we go again.... The old 1987 Whitesnake song resonates in my brain. I loved that song, back when. It made me think of letting go; of walking away from all that wasn't working in life; of freedom. Have you heard it? It's really a kinda powerful feeling. Now, Jeff and I are moving on. Together. Not leaving our long-loved home because of discontent per se, but just really because it's stopped fitting us. I'm sad about that. It is a special home, and we have been fortunate to enjoy it for a few years. Off to a project we hope will be the one that we set deep roots upon, and remain in for many years. We will move to half as many square feet, and only two bedrooms to in which to fit the functions of sleeping and housing guests, execution of ever-shrinking hard office functions, and all our other living in general. What we gain is outdoor space. While we have an admirable back yard now, it's still less than a half acr...

There's this boy

There's this [boy]. ... It's as if I have taken love heroin, and I can't ever have it again. I've opened Pandora's box, And there's trouble inside. -- William Thacker in "Notting Hill"

New Start

Ok, I'm starting off with light, silly stuff. Or, I did. My first post on this blog was a poem I wrote in 1989, when I'd just met the man who would become my husband. Hah! I've not seen him since 1992, and I had not looked at that poem in years, either, but I do like the poem. Life changed for me recently, for the better. I closed the book on a long, drawn-out struggle with "the ex" as I refer to him, which makes people think we were married, though we never were. We were together for nearly eight years, however. Parting was not a sweet sorrow. It was, in fact, neither sweet, nor a sorrow. I left behind a lot of relationships with both people and animals I loved. Not because I wanted to, but because those were the limitations set forth. All in a day, things were.. over . Believe me, I'd like to rant and rave here about the victimizations he perpetrated. But, I am not going to slouch into that same state in which he exists. I won't. I will say ...