Here's the mail, it never fails! It makes me want to wag my tail! When it comes I want to wail... Mail!!! Yes, I just sang a song from Blues Clues. No, I will not apologize for it. Also, I have completely

Many people would think that the hardest part of being in Australia is the daily struggle to stay alive and unbitten by spiders. But really, the hardest part is going without a southern comfort meal. Sure,

Most of my life I have only been able to write When I am sad When the world is most empty and without a warm corner I would light fires with analogy Beating drums of stanzas to keep the beasts in the shadows

I just realized that it is Needlework Monday! Just recently I dug out and dusted off some of my knitting needles. And I do mean quite literally. They were in pretty bad shape! They are still a couple steps

Well, hello there, strangers! Thought it might be time to dust off my blog a little. It has been quite some time since I posted. About two months? Sorry for abandoning everyone. I've been about here and

Every year the pictures roll out. Captioned with "Do you remember where you were on 9/11?" and "never forget". It's always people talking about how they were at work when it happened

I'm sitting up, and I can't really sleep. In 22 hours it will be the seventh of September. In 22 hours, it will be a year since we lost @lauralemons. Befie and Laura. It will be a whole 365 days since

Cats, man. Everyone knows that cats own everything. They own the house. They own whatever room they currently inhabit. They own you. One thing that my dad's cat is very sure that she owns is whatever I

I have been in a bit of a hidey hole lately and I just saw @princessmewmew's post about having a little positivity and gratefulness on the chain. And you know what? This is an awesome idea. Me, looking

Once again, that dreaded time has rolled around. I am one step closer to the grave. One more year of my very mortal existence has expired. I'm getting old. But I'm totally still hip... right? Do the kids

It's a day of reflections. My den of stuff. For a lot of my life, I have held on to things that I thought, in some way, defined me as a person. My weird little odds and ends. Knickknacks. Quirky posters

In times that things seem dark I go back to that night When we aimlessly fell into the sand of a silent lagoon We spread out a blanket and made that shore our bed so large that we could never reach the

While cleaning I came across an old journal this afternoon! Oh, it is fraught with angst and melodrama. Also, plenty of cringe. But tucked into the pages I also found some of my poetry! Here is the only

Dipping Drowning Sputtering on uncertainties A world full of decisions Are they really mine to make? How much have I destroyed by merely touching? or daring to glance? by simply hoping? Hoping is the crusher

Not sure how long I've been here. The tingles have turned to sharp needles. Creaking of leather so loud in this silent room. Except for that breathing. Once I tried to struggle. But it was futile. The

Hours and days slip away When I find myself wrapped in the silken purrs Of your slumber. In times that you roll to place your hand Delicately on my side Pulling me closer, almost maddened that I'm so far

Picking back up old hobbies definitely isn't something that I do often! Before you ask, they are indeed kitty cats. Of course they are! But as a teenager I used to use tarot cards all the time. It was

Hey there, Steemit! Sorry about the lack of my posting lately. Since my last post, I have spent days attempting to clear out the hoarding in my room. Good news! I've moved about 300 GALLONS of clothes

For most of my adult life I have always been a bit of a pushover. I always allowed things to happen simply because I didn't want to start problems, have a conflict, or have to deal with the fallout of

Well, I found myself with some leftover egg roll wrappers. For $3, they are plentiful and you would be surprised the things you can put in them to deep fry. The other day I was thinking about weird things