Cats and Dark and Stuff
So here I am, laying in bed in the pitch dark.
This is actually pretty huge… Read More Cats and Dark and Stuff
Tag: Lizzie Cracked
Bipolar Bytes: Before and After; Why a Diagnosis Should Only Help
Bipolar Bytes…What this is. Remember your life before? Before you were hit with the big bipolar diagnosis? The realization you have not just a mental disorder but what is considered also, a serious mental illness? I bet you remember life after. Well, unless you were jacked up on a bunch of meds trying to find… Read More Bipolar Bytes: Before and After; Why a Diagnosis Should Only Help
Diary of a Crazy Future Old Lady
I used to be a pretty girl. Not saying I’m not now but smack in the middle of middle age, as much as I hate to admit it, girl no longer applies. Approaching another birthday very quickly I think I’m resigned to the facts : 1. I may be a spinster ( such a weird… Read More Diary of a Crazy Future Old Lady
Revelations of the Medicinal Sort
When I was first diagnosed with Bipolar, I was put on meds of course, and they sucked. Bad. I have tried different ones here and there but have remained pretty much pharmaceutically medicated free. I will admit that part of this was because the last couple years I had no insurance and the cost of… Read More Revelations of the Medicinal Sort
Living up the AZ
I didn’t always live in the desert. In fact, I have lived in many places and climates, but I spent the majority of my formative to young adult years in the mountains of Colorado. Well, by the mountains. The eastern slope, but the mountains were a part of daily life and if you knew where… Read More Living up the AZ
Single Mom’s (ok Dad’s too) Summer Survival Guide – Pt 3; Sometimes you just have to wing it
Life is funny sometimes. Ok a lot of the time. I have to laugh because there is nothing much else to do when things don’t go as planned, crying is not an option really. If you read part 1 and part 2 of the Single mom’s (dad’s too) summer survival guide, you know it took… Read More Single Mom’s (ok Dad’s too) Summer Survival Guide – Pt 3; Sometimes you just have to wing it
Weekly Photo Challenge: letters
Her name is… (prelude to Mornings)
Riley Reynolds was 32 and a half years old the morning she woke up crazy. It was a bizarre and beautiful and terrifying experience all at once. Pretty much the same as her life up until that point, bizarre, beautiful and most of all terrifying. Lost, she never understood why she was so different, When… Read More Her name is… (prelude to Mornings)
Why ask Why? Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment
Why is the sky blue? Why do the flowers bloom? Why when I’m whiny and mad, do you send me to my room? Why, oh why ask why so much ? Why fault someone who does? Today’s Mental Moment … is about the dreaded why. Why we don’t like it and why we should consider the value… Read More Why ask Why? Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment
How to Run Naked With Scissors..getting past who you are expected to be, to who you are meant to be
Running Naked with Scissors – it’s an attitude. Know your abilities Test your limits Be brave Listen to your gut do what feels right take chances don’t quit Don’t apologize for who.you are Think Believe in yourself Let go of propriety Give it all you’ve got Be accountable Be kind Help those in need Don’t… Read More How to Run Naked With Scissors..getting past who you are expected to be, to who you are meant to be
The Way Kids Think, (or is it just Bubbsy?)
The other day during the hustle and bustle of the holidays, sometime during a frantic morning meal, I was telling the kids the plan for the day, go to the store drop off something at somewhere get such and such for so and so come home and clean up the shit holes they call rooms Bubbsy,… Read More The Way Kids Think, (or is it just Bubbsy?)
Flash Fiction – Erratic
Heartbeat, erratic as drops of rain on the windows in the gloomy pre-dawn light, fingers tapping a beat on the blanket, she was unsure if they tried to follow the rain or tripped after her heart. There seemed a pattern, in a second it was gone. Heart made sense, then rain, as the sense melted.… Read More Flash Fiction – Erratic
Innocent
Innocent Wild as the wind on a winter’s day Sweet as the flowers blooming in May Looking at life through eyes filled with wonder. Child, she was grown Innocent woman given To him her body to own In him belief Safety always For him, relief She was love Laughter, life A bubbling brook Time, attention,… Read More Innocent
The Time has Come the Walrus Said…
To Stand Up and to Make a Difference. I thought that time was a long time ago and isn’t that what we should be doing all the time? Eh.. well we could go there or we can go on and I think the time has come to move on from things we have not accomplished in… Read More The Time has Come the Walrus Said…
Running Naked With Scissors 