The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

I loved my cat, Othello. I’d been his human for many years and I think it’s safe to say he trained me. Towards the end of his life I would understand the meaning every meow, chirp, and purr he uttered. If I sat down to read or watch TV, he’d jump up on my lap and rub his head against me before curling up in a ball by my side. He was my baby and I needed him as much…

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A Laughing Matter

A Laughing Matter

Not long ago I got my first smartphone at the age of 39 1/2 – THIRTY-NINE AND A HALF! It was good timing, though, because my self-esteem had just climbed to a new high as well. Yes, I’ve finally learned to love myself and am ready to share who I am with the world! I don’t mean here. Granted, I’ve been vulnerable on the internet for years and I admit, not being able to see my audience face-to-face makes that…

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Breaking Up with Relevant Magazine

Breaking Up with Relevant Magazine

A friend told me I should write something funny today but funny is not my default mode, especially when my mind is so cluttered with concern. Sure there’s war, terrorism, and hunger in the world, but what do I fixate on? The undoing of what used to be my favorite magazine and my favorite podcast. And is there anything I can do to stop it? No. They’ve done this to themselves. All I can do is withdraw my support from…

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Facebook Friends: Part 2

Facebook Friends: Part 2

10 February 2014 ….Thanks again, FB friends, for listening to me whine. I’m so glad you’re here. You’re so much better than a diary. My personal Facebook writings during my 10 years on the platform all but replaced the traditional diary for me. In fact, the last diary I finished from cover to cover began in January of 2015 and ended in September 2018 (almost a month after going quiet on Facebook).  I covered a lot of topics in my…

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Facebook Friends: Part 1

Facebook Friends: Part 1

My decade of seeking and understanding Facebook friendships through the lenses of my mood disorder and personality disorder. I suppose I’ve held the same idealized view of friendship since childhood when I thought I could be everybody’s friend. Though this isn’t the place to delve into why friendship for me was placed on such a high pedestal so early on, I do know my self-worth was somehow entangled in the need to be liked. So I tried to practice the…

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