When you’re riding the River of Life, buckets of ice cold water will hit you in the face, splash all over you. Leak in at your feet where you’re not expecting.
River of Life
Tag: grief
Purging My Opinions
I thought about how hoarders and their loved ones are emotionally (and sometimes physically) crushed by the weight of all the THINGS being held onto. How much time, energy, and effort do we put into caring for possessions that no longer speak to us or give us joy? And why do we do this to ourselves?
Motherless on Mothers’ Day
Do you ever feel stabby about all the ads and commercials for picture-perfect mother-daughter Mothers’ Day outings, from brunches to pedis to long warm Facetime chats? You don’t want to get all bitchy and jealous, because it’s not like anyone’s fault they still have a great relationship with a living, healthy mother, but… If you are dealing…
Glamorous to the Grave? #bodyshaming
It makes me infuriated, that there is so much societal judgment about being fat that far too many women actually feel guilty about not looking slim when they are dying of #fuckingcancer.
Love Is Never Safe
Love is not safe. Love is not permanent, love is not static. Love itself may last forever, but relationships will morph and change, and sometimes, die. Love guarantees to hurt us, eventually.