My mother would put me in dresses–velveteen numbers with white lace at the neck and skirts hems. Pink with white polka dots, white leotards or pantyhose and little shiny shoes. I was forever staining them with grass and mud and being far too hyper–I often felt like I drove my… Read More »My grandmother carried a kitchen sink.
Hello 2phatgeeks readers! This week has been an up and down sort of week. Shawn’s father (Shawn is 1phatgeek of the 2phatgeeks writing nuts here at the blog) was re-admitted to the hospital on Monday with breathing issues. During the week his health grew progressively worse due to this and… Read More »Love Notes
I slept in on Thursday. Like, slept in a lot. Every once in a while I get hit with the sleepy bug, especially when Shawn is home. I just…sleep better. A lot better. Lots and lots better. Sometimes it borders on it being a coma. Imagine my surprise however, when I woke… Read More »The beautiful, calming sounds of a crazy fat man. Now for your phone!
Imagine a small, dark room. The room is half in shadow; the plain white walls look more grey than bright. There are no windows. There are no doors. There is no texture anywhere and no color. You are pale and white and your clothing too–but in this room, everything… Read More »I found a room with a thousand windows and doors (living with depression)
On October 19th, starting at 5PM EST/EDT, I will begin my first ever Blog-a-thon to raise funds to a) finish and acquire a tattoo of a humming bird on my right arm, to accompany my mother’s signature I have tattooed on my arm already and b) raise funds for my Step… Read More »October 19th: 24 hour blog-a-thon to raise money
I can’t imagine loving me. I am a difficult woman to understand. For the longest time in my life I was nothing more than a ball of smothering love and sulfurous self-hate, mingling together until neither side could determine who would win and one moment I was loving the world… Read More »I can’t imagine
Roughly three years ago I trekked back to Canada in order to get my immigration and paperwork for marrying Shawn, settled. When I was there my mother brought out a little leather bound jewelry box that had seen the years. When she opened it, two delicate bands were within–one a… Read More »A link in a memory chain
I love the holidays. Specifically, I love that as I am on my own I can celebrate the holidays–within budget–how I see fit. I can’t understand how celebrating in your own way, where it harms none, becomes a point of grumbling to some. Yesterday I begged Shawn to take me… Read More »Finding some way to smile about it.