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Art

May 21, 2017

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I love art. The beauty of art is that it can take any shape possible inasmuch as it creates in the one who experiences it a response of “THIS. IS. ART.” Isn’t that amazing? Art isn’t just… there. We MAKE art. We literally create it by response. Because of that, any and everything has the […]

A mom-ento: Another mother’s day.

May 12, 2017

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A mom-ento for #mothersday #deadmomsclub #acoa

Every year, an October note

October 2, 2016

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Seven years ago today I will wake up to a phone call that you were at your apartment, had trouble breathing, called an ambulance, went into cardiac arrest, but had signed a DNR. You will be legally dead. There is nothing I can do. You are an organ donor, so they have kept you on […]

And suddenly, word vomit

November 22, 2015

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This entry will be long and pretty much entirely about my mental health to include diagnoses, self-analysis, a couple of gifs and directionless babbling. Also foul language.   Anyways–   It has occurred to me before now to make a new journal entry (poetry not included) but obviously I’d not gotten around to it. There’s […]

Another year in the books

October 2, 2015

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I remember October 2, 2009. I remember the early morning phone call from my aunt that my mom would die. I remember the call two days later during which I consented to have my mom taken off life support. I wonder, does that mean you died twice, mom? I remember crying for what felt like the […]

There’s intense gravity in you

August 12, 2014

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For those of you who are new to the blog or new to me, I have been diagnosed with major depressive and anxiety disorders. Sometimes I write about that because I feel society should not be embarrassed to talk about it, but also because it makes me feel better. Sometimes people get uncomfortable when confronted […]

So It Goes

May 11, 2014

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The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different […]