At Least They're Committed

Edison’s Black Dahlia has given me a mission. An important mission that I shall use this blog and all of my positive energy to fulfill: Writing the family ghost stories for Dublin. Fun! But where do I begin? I was thinking I should maybe start where it started for me: 3369 Beaumont in Ann Arbor,… Read more

I lost power. I realized after a tarot-card reading yesterday (the second in my life) that what I mistook for being content was allowing my power to wane. All my raging and teeth-grinding on this blog for all those years wasn’t simply angst. It was building and exerting my energy. I was using that energy… Read more

Between rib-kicking laughter and girlish giggling, Ellen on Sunday morning told me I really must go see the doctor about the deformity that has developed along my left hip, slightly above and behind the scar. “It sticks out like sausage in a man’s pants that has woefully lost its way,” I told her on the phone. The picture… Read more

Ah, the smell of bacon frying, the hiss of it, the pop and the pain of the grease burning my flesh. Yeah. Well, it’s been a pleasant *snarl* couple of days. But they’re over. I messed up, I shouldn’t have said that — especially since it could be construed as me passing judgement and I wasn’t… Read more

Very seldom do I desire doughnuts, but today is the exception. I stopped on my way home from dropping D off at work, snagged a couple from the 7-Eleven and downed one. The second is flirting with me but I believe I shall ignore it’s provocation. I will take a walk on my lunch hour today… Read more

I simply must get my check in the mail to ensure my spot at the Champagne and Diamonds event later this month! It will be ever-so delightful all while supporting women with breast cancer. I’ve been once before with the ladies, and I look forward to going again. Oh, maybe I shall purchase a new… Read more