Last spring I ran away with the man I’m in love with and got married. God that is still a lot of a fun to say. This year, I took the week of our anniversary as vacation. It was very good, especially because I can’t remember the last time I took a full week of… Continue reading Life Memories: Paper Anniversary
Poor little mousey. Dead little mousey. Mousey with no head. I only wanted to play… I grew up with this snippet of a poem. I don’t even remember any more of it. The problem of course is when mousey still has a head. When mousey is scared witless. When mousey is trying to hide under… Continue reading Memories: Poor Little Mousey….
In 2008 I was fired from my first out-of-college job. She short version is that it was a family owned/run business and I wasn’t family. This was at the beginning of September. In case you don’t remember, September is sort of when several banks declared bankruptcy. And I was asking for unemployment with almost 1/2… Continue reading Life Memories: Milk
Most people I know (as adults) never admit to nightmares. Or at least not regularly. I do. In the litany of options for “why didn’t I sleep well last night” I have two: breathing and brain. The breathing one is obvious and there are options for treatment that make sense (better living through chemistry as… Continue reading Memories: Nightmares
Today in 2010 I went to a Braves game. A new friend at my work said he had an extra ticket and would I like to come along. I said sure. It had already been years since the last baseball game attended and… well it would be a fun change of pace. We met at the… Continue reading Life Memories: Braves
Let me begin by saying I love my current job. It’s challenging and rewarding in a lot of ways. I have learned to bring my passion into the role in front of me. Because you see, I can’t have my dream job. It’s not that it doesn’t exist. It’s that I afford my dream job. Let’s… Continue reading Musings: My Dream Job
It’s difficult for writers to make money. I went out into the cold corporate world after college because I don’t like going hungry. Some days I hate it. I hate going to work. My fingers itch and all I want to do it use post-it notes on a wall and figure out the plot hole… Continue reading Writing: Cost of Writing