I shared in a post to my Pieces of the Mosaic series about a time our lives were diverted because others failed to make the right call. It was painful, but it wasn't really personal. They had failed themselves as much as they had failed us, anyway. It was hardly our worst experience. See, my … Continue reading It Wasn’t Failure, It Was Betrayal
Category: Pieces of Me
My Education
It's 10:30 pm on Saturday, and this was due (by my own schedule, but still) on Tuesday at 10:00 am. Is anyone surprised at this point? You shouldn't be if you've been paying attention. Anyway, I figure this is a good place to share the story of my education. It's a good one, story and … Continue reading My Education
Let’s Talk
This was supposed to go up Tuesday. It's 11pm Thursday night. I'm just writing it now. My brain does not like to process stress. My brain likes to pretend it can ignore stress while slowly making me more and more grumpy until it just shuts down, like a drain that slowly collects gunk until it's … Continue reading Let’s Talk
Pieces of Me
I thought it would be helpful if I shared my story. For those of you coming to the blog a bit later on, yes, I shared four posts in this category before going back to write an introduction. That is a prime example of part of my story: I have ADHD, and I’m making this … Continue reading Pieces of Me
Delays
Well, this is my life. I haven't posted in two weeks. I promised to look into prescheduled posts, and I never did, and then I hit a week of exhaustion followed by a week of severe migraines, and I didn't post for two weeks. But that's my life. That's my health. This is probably the … Continue reading Delays
Chronically Grateful
When I was on vacation somewhere around fifth or sixth grade, I had the pizza at a seafood restaurant. I have no idea if that’s relevant. I didn’t like seafood, though. I got sick. I got really weirdly sick. I didn’t have a life-threatening fever or hospitalizing dehydration or anything, just a lot of pain … Continue reading Chronically Grateful
A Big Move
When I was seven, we moved from Virginia to South Florida. Everyone in my family was going through something. The ‘better job’ my dad took, the one that moved us 1,000 miles, was terrible. He immediately began looking for a way out. He would spend the next five years looking for a job closer to … Continue reading A Big Move
My First Memories
I grew up in a fairly conservative home, but it wasn’t the most conservative I knew. For instance, we attended a very small private school to which my sister and I wore skirts. At home, we were allowed to wear pants and shorts, but when I went to play at my best friends house, I … Continue reading My First Memories
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