I haven’t written much on my blog over the past few years. I try, and then go back to the old habit of simply not trying. It’s easier not to do something, isn’t it? Not doing requires less effort, little thinking, no creative concepts, and very little insight. I’m rusty at this because most of my writing has been … Continue reading
I have something to admit. I’ve not been especially holiday happy for the past few years. I find myself dreading the holiday season and I didn’t used to be that way. I once welcomed holidays, decorated, watched holiday movies—all that stuff that families do during the holiday season. I’m not going to go into a … Continue reading
I remember the first time I became of aware of me. A sense of myself; separate and aware of my existence, within a group of others or a part of something else. I was in first grade. My teacher was Miss Hilda. She had red hair, fair skin. Her teeth were crooked. Two prominent front … Continue reading
I thought giving thanks, since many of us are celebrating that holiday this week, would be a great MM&M 50th post. I’m thankful for that—that I was able to come up with some idea (some better than others) on Mondays, regularly at times, sporadic at others. Fifty of them! Thanks to you for reading them. … Continue reading
The older I get the more I realize what living a life means. It means really fantastically wonderful, make you want to scream at the sheer joy of living times and seriously suck-ass bad, make you want to scream and curl up in the fetal position times. It means going through the motions when you … Continue reading