Writer’s keep journals for different reasons and they’re NOT all very interesting
“Sass, you learn almost everything from your relationships,” CJ said. “They’re how you figure out who you are.” From 'Tell Me Lies' by Carola Lovering
And…it’s Saturday morning that I’m finally making myself take a moment to sit down and at least do my Friday post. I’ve been feeling a bit like a teenager, hormonally pulled and exhaustedly lazy at the same time. I think I’m ready for a vacation. Luckily for me, that is exactly what’s coming up...
Some people have said my use of profanity is also an art form.
Ok…well…that week got away from me! What stops me from spending time with the words? I’m not sure. I tend to be a bit flaky at everything, honestly. I swing from highly organized and productive to “Lucifer” needs to be watched and there are Cheez-its to eat and Coke to drink! There is little...
Nothing makes you happy.
Hosting parties is the fun part of life to me and it seems no one else wants to do it, and they rarely want to make the time to go to any either. Or, again, maybe it’s me.
Bird Box made me stop breathing.
To do anything well takes practice and you must make time to practice, not just shove it where you can.
The divide between rich and poor is not that great. We all have our troubles. We all hurt. We all screw up.