Thought Shifter Pic #1

Always a good reminder: I love and accept myself as I am.

Flat bed truck of salt

Sometimes it stings so bad. A memory will trigger and it is like whatever bandage I had over my incredibly durable heart has been ripped off…A flat bed truck of salt is dumped into me. My wound, exposed, sizzles with sting.
Its okay. Its all a part of the process. I will miss him for awhile [...]

My excuse…

When your in the midst of mending a broken heart, nothing else inspires you to write except your own pain. Its selfish and indulgent and, yes, pathetic…but what good is having a personal blog if you can’t exorcise some of the hurt? I admit, these post are all for me, because writing is cheap therapy… [...]

Fortune Cookie Truth Be Told

His fortune cookie said, “Your self-restraint will pay you dividends.” Mine said, “The prospect of a thrilling time awaits you.” If there was ever a clearer sign that our stars were not aligned it was this. SELF RESTRAINT and THRILLING TIMES do not hang-out together. In fact, the essence of each turns and runs in [...]

My Manifesto

I dream of Italy and la dolce vita. I’ve never been more happy than when I was racing a moped down cobblestone streets and drinking in beauty like it was the air. When my cheeks hurt so bad its like they’ve done a thousands sit-ups, I know its been a great day. I grew up [...]

Waxing Poetical about Brazilian Wax

I have to be honest. I thought Brazilian waxes were only for strippers. If a boyfriend even mentioned the word I would become a starch raving feminist and accuse him of having fantasies of 12 year old girls. On principle, I told myself, I would never do it.
What was I thinking!? A [...]