"This too shall pass" - one of my mantras. :) Wishing you well!

Waking up tired (after fitful nights of tossing, turning, lying awake, occasionally snatching a few minutes of REM sleep) -- if you find the solution let us fellow insomniacs know! Plenty of exercise during

You are good enough! We are never, ever "ready" for any of life's big milestones. If we wait until we are "ready" we will never start living, taking risks, and enjoying the Now. “You

This is visually high-impact. Love it. You really capture the ounces escaping from the brain, as words, as sentences drifting apart like smoke rings. Thanks for this. Now it's hard to complete a sentence

Dirty Habits of all things to leap out at me, this one did. Tell us more about these dirty habits. Ok, then I got to this part: I am tired. Of life, of living different versions of myself each day. I'm

Insomnia. Me too. Rx drugs were helping for a time. Then melatonin, valerian, magnesium glycinate. Sleep deprivation can kill us, glacially, or instantly (distracted driving, car wrecks). I'm sorry you're

Yes!! Her not understanding why it was funny is almost as funny as the story itself 😆 This is why Leslie Nielson is so hilarious in Airplane and the movie where O.J. Simpson goes down the stadium stairs

Of course I don't mind you sharing anything I email you - esp things from public domain. :) I'm glad it speaks to you. I always hesitate to hit "send" on something that might trigger a new flood

I laughed so hard when my mother-in-law told the story, and she didn't seem to get why it was so funny. Just another day in small-town Nebraska! I'm now reading The Cornbread Mafia... the ebook was on

Love it! "Could be worse" - my mantra - you could have woodpeckers like this one: Exterminators in Sonoma County found more than 700 pounds of acorns in the walls stacked up about 20 feet from

Ohhhh this is so poignant!! Who wouldn't love this mother, this son? I love what the psychic said: "he was a being from a dying planet, who was sent to Earth to see if it was a suitable home for his

YES - the photos, and the words, the life story, the woman! Sorry for your loss @myjob. thank you for sharing the photos. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. You are epic and exemplary too!

LOL Carol Kean would say, "Get a spatula. Scrape the fish off the floor. Rinse it gently under the faucet. Ok, good to go." I'm leaning toward the pantry chef having panicked at the sight of

Eeeeeek!!! I almost quit reading at this point: Most people don't gouge at their eyeballs like that. Like, full on, with your fingernail. Eye wide open Glad I stayed with it. LOVE this. The boy had a wandering

Ohhh yes, the stories that could be told - I think one has already emerged (see: the we-write, hosted by @owasco). I love this!! To be so busy, so hard working, yet loving it (and able to lug a hundred-pound

Shared! (are you on Twitter?)

For me too, the second stanza stood out - give them the best! Gifts to the fairies (sp) - what a lovely concept! And is it just to keep them from doing mischief, or will the gifts build connections and

Runt Odel...!!!! Omg!! The very name makes me laugh... and remembering the story... it's been a while.

Ohhhh man, I love this - and it seems perfect, and complete, as is. But would I dare, could I, should I.... A fish out of water, a fish out of the skillet and face down on the floor, and someone important

They are SO BLESSED that you take time to write!!!!