Grandma’s Cookie Cutter

If you'd have seen it lying in her drawer you wouldn't have given it a second glance. It appeared just an old scrap of metal shaped into a flower sort of shape and now it was broken apart. My grandma was distraught over this and truthfully so was I. This simple scrap of metal had … Continue reading Grandma’s Cookie Cutter

Fearful? Plug in and power up

Religion in and of itself is not for me. I rarely identify with it and my natural tendency is to shy away from organizations or structures that are based around rigid rules and rituals that often cause others to feel excluded. I mean no disrespect to those who find strength and comfort in it. I'm … Continue reading Fearful? Plug in and power up

Don’t take my word for it

Don't let anyone convince you of anything just because they say it's so. How does anyone know what's so for you? And if it does turn out to be so, how can they know it's the same so as the so that is for them? They can't! What is so for you will always be different than the so that is for someone else because we are each different. Am I saying that you … Continue reading Don’t take my word for it

Counting On Spam

Got borders and boundaries? As hard as I've worked to instill these necessary behavioral guardrails, every so often I will be made aware that my practice of  "waiting in the cupboard" has resurfaced. If this is one of your challenges as well, simply picture the blue can and remember: you’re NOBODY’S spam. Sometimes we just … Continue reading Counting On Spam

It’s Valentine’s Day. Again.

Ironically, Valentine's Day is by far my most disdained holiday and yet I'm almost always inclined to post about it. I take that back. It's actually not ironic at all that a solution seeking person such as myself is all up in this business of Valentine's Day, poking and prodding, eyeballing it from this angle … Continue reading It’s Valentine’s Day. Again.

Too much

I used to have this picture in my head of someone with a drinking "problem" as falling down in an alley. And they were dirty; perhaps with torn and disheveled clothing. And most likely it was raining. Yes, it was absolutely wet and dark. And as I said, there was that alley. Therefore, during eleventh … Continue reading Too much