Tangled Webs

Every time I walked past that tangled mess of vampiric vine-age, it took on a deeper and deeper sinister aspect, in my mind.

Siren Call of Addiction

And there it is. At the root of addiction is the need to escape, to not remember, to feel the freedom from emotional and spiritual pain.

2020, I Bid You Adieu

It definitely feels like I am waiting for the point. What the heck was 2020 all about because, surely, there is some meaning to find there?

Not-at-all-random Act of Kindness

Little-known fact about me: in April of 2018, I suffered a debilitating panic attack on a New York City subway car. I actually love...

3:00 am

There are nights when I wake up in a panic. It’s usually 3:00 a.m. when it’s too early to get up and too late to, well, get up. My body...

It's The Little Things

I am such a huge fan of dystopian fiction. Stuff like Nineteen Eighty-Four (George Orwell), Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury), Brave New...

"Stop the world; I want to get off"

Well, well, well. Week 6. Funny that I can tell you what week of isolation we are in but I couldn't tell you what day it is, even if my...

In Purpose, On Purpose

Some days I think I am more feline than human - I like to sleep ... and eat ... and spend time alone. Like cats, I don't get the point of...

This Bites

Hands up. Who hates going to the dentist? I mean, thank goodness dentists exist but how do they go to work everyday in the midst of high...

I'm in a Mood

On the cusp of another lock down, Paul and I loaded up on a few essentials in town. At one store, a customer was sharing his opinion that...