At Least They're Committed

As I again walked past the old ‘U’ shaped, red brick apartment building and looked up at the people sitting there, I realized how full of shit I was in a previous post when I’d mused that I could live there. I couldn’t. It would kill me. I’d feel responsible for each one of those… Read more

Cathy: “For Christ’s sake, Tripping Raul! We were trying to stay lighthearted and insightful on here, remember? No more angst?” Tripping Raul: “Eh, stop your sniveling. It’s unnatural to be happy-happy-joy-joy all the time. And for that matter it’s annoying. . . . besides, that wasn’t me, it was Leah.” Leah: “Yup, it was me.”… Read more

Me: “I wonder what brought on my sudden penchant for classic cars and men in cowboy hats?” Edison’s Black Dahlia, without looking up from the computer: “Menopause.” Smart ass. Read more

I do the same thing with pistachios as I do with the waste basket, using an entirely different yet equally as intricate and well-researched methodology. Rather than telling myself there’s “hope” if I successfully toss a three-pointer — such as crumpled paper or various other debris — into the gaping mouth of the trash receptacle, I sift through the… Read more

I never sleep on Sunday nights and as I lay there with a bazillion thoughts running through my brain it occurred to me that I never really did get to the point on the last post, as in what I’d done that made me feel like I’m in control of the situation. So, here it… Read more

Don’t be fooled by the overt optimism, things are about as bad as I can possibly imagine and I’m desperate to get my children set up for a successful life —  meaning healthy, happy and self sufficient. Shit just keeps happening and I spend hours upon hours trying to figure out how to fix it.… Read more