widowhood
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December 18th again? Already???
CW for death of loved ones and the stress of grief at the holiday season. Storytime! I’ll try not to make this unreadably long. (Cue Morgan Freeman voice: “she did not, in fact, not make this unreadably long”) This is one of the two photos I have of Tim and my father (the other is
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Why? Why aren’t there six of me?
This is the post I would have written a few days ago when I was sick, if I’d had the spoons. I am currently writing this from the precise center of a couch crater, covered by dogs who have decided that my personal space is a myth and my fever-sweat is a localized atmospheric event
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Time for that annual review, Ms. Haldeman!
That’s right, y’all, it’s that time of year when my boss (me) takes me (also me) into her/my office to discuss what happened over the last 11-12 months and what I see going forward in the future. If I still worked for the Enginerding Firm, this would be the place where they’d try to get
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Tired of being tired all the time
I’m almost certain I’ve written a somewhat similar title, probably within the last year or so. In the last three years? Who knows. Time is WHACK right now, y’all. I’m not just talking about the emotional drain and tiredness from the deaths that have peppered my life the last five years. This time I’m specifically
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Would you say that to someone’s face?
(TW: rant about a news story I read of people dying in a car) Y’all, I was in a MOOD yesterday. As Tom Cullen would say, “M O O N, that spells mood.” I was scrolling through Facebook as I was having my coffee (probably my first mistake) and I saw a news story about
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How do grown-ups do it? How do they get everything done?
I mean, I’m going to be 56 in about a month and a half, you’d think I’d have my shit together by now, right?! I certainly don’t need yet another blog post or magazine article or TedTalk on “how to get it all done.” I get it. You wake up, you work out, you have
