Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
Working long hours has left me feeling scattered. I’ve been unable to get back on course with my old routine (I do believe I had one, but I might be wrong).
Ah yes, drought… I survived February. But this papery-thinness is how it left me.
Everything I start to write sounds so depressing. I’m happy on weekends, but weekdays I’m exhausted, burned out, and discouraged. I don’t want to drone on about that — something I need to figure out on my own. I’m just going to post a few photos that have been sitting around on my hard drive…
I’m a play it safe kind of lady. If I have one change in the works, I certainly don’t want to intentionally bring another change or challenge into the mix. Too much stress all at once. Too many things I’ll have to do all at once. Too much uncertainly, all at once…
Despite the best of intentions, it’s been awhile since I posted here and will probably be awhile before I post again. It’s been an interesting summer — strange and perplexing and directionless and maybe a better summer because of that.
My son called me yesterday and has assured me that if I lose my job and have no place to go, I can move in with him in Oakland. Wouldn’t his roommates love that? But what a sweet thing to say! He figured that Luke could stay in the fenced backyard. No one would notice. He…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!