I came to an uneasy feeling truce with Easter this year. It began with it’s usual shit-storm on my life two weeks ago, and continued to destroy relationships and plans right up until Wednesday before the Bunny-eared Lich Jesus holiday. On that day, I started picking up the bricks of the rubble of my world and throwing them back. I starting tearing things down on my own terms. On the.. Read More
Potentiality
I’m not even sure that is a real word. Part of being on this level ground is looking around at where I might want to go next. It’s well documented that I’m not a fan of Easter. So the fit hitting the shan this week isn’t so much a surprise as an “OF COURSE!” So when I say that I am reflecting on things, it is only a coincidence that.. Read More
On Lent
It’s snowing here. Like enough snow that I’ll even call it a good snow. . I made a snow angel yesterday. As I fell back into the snow, the world went WHOOSH …. quiet. The way that only happens when the world is filled with snow. I lay there enjoying the release of everything in that moment while I made a snow angel. While the snowflakes poured out of the.. Read More
Fiber Arts Friday – Alpaca Hat from Phat Fiber box
I’d heard of the Phat Fiber box that is sold from the etsy Phat Fiber Store. Each month has a theme and a charity that proceeds to toward. They drop the box once a month – and I had no idea how popular it was. At the 5pm (Eastern) drop, I was there waiting and refreshing. When the items popped up in the store, I selected, picked my address, checked.. Read More
From the Archives – On Love
Originally posted June 22, 2007. Last night my brother bought us dinner from Heaven on Seven. Generally known as the place Scout and I could eat every day until we die – and only available in Chicago. We planned dinner a week in advance. I had left overs, which is a joy of HoS because you get the love twice. So we got on the road today, leftovers sitting beside.. Read More
Another goodbye
This is one of those, “I tell you this story to get to another” kind of things. (again, this could be titled Hey look, Dawn’s talkin’ about death again!) no no… come back… come back! Okay. Here we go. I was a grandpa’s girl. From the time I was born until he died – grandpa’s girl. Which was fitting as my mom was his girl as well. His body gave.. Read More
Lent
Last night I was missing my grandpa. At first I thought it was because my mom had mentioned today that he’d been such a beanpole build that it was no surprise that those genes combined with Scout’s genes would make such a tall and skinny boy. Then I realized that we are entering the Easter season and the last day I saw him was Easter Sunday. In all these years,.. Read More
Repellican’d
It was Easter season 2002. I had a good circle of friends, a good church, I was back in school and doing well, I had goals, I laughed deeply and really, really meant it for the first time in several years. I had good friends, and needed no dude to fill any of my places. So CLEARLY, I met a boy. THE boy. I met this boy at church (a.. Read More
I’ve had a stack of mail sitting in my car all month. It’s impossible to find a post office in the land of all the vices. Especially since I’m still learning how to do things with the little kaiser running the show. Garmin tried to take me to the next town over. So I’ve had photos for the grandparents, baby presents, wedding presents and a box of kilt in the.. Read More
On Love
Last night my brother bought us dinner from Heaven on Seven. Generally known as the place Scout and I could eat every day until we die – and only available in Chicago. We planned dinner a week in advance. I had left overs, which is a joy of HoS because you get the love twice. So we got on the road today, leftovers sitting beside me, fresh from the fridge… Read More
5 days ish
Easter. Still not loving Easter. Today was meltdown day again. Scared. Scared of change, scared of what could go wrong, really not happy that after 10 months of sheer bliss I’m rewarded with some hella pain to make the 10 months of sheer bliss end. I mean, really, wouldn’t a tantric orgasm covered in chocolate really be better payback. And I mean an orgasm like a guy has one –.. Read More