Month: September 2014

Maybe daylight won’t ask me questions…

Sara

I read an article somebody posted a link to…somewhere…recently…about how people who write are mentally healthier. I don’t know exactly how “scientific” the studies were, but it made sense to me. When the creativity is in a drought and I’m not doing much writing, there is an obvious gaping void in my life. When the words are flowing, my brain feels like it’s operating like something that resembles a functional adult in her mid-thirties. (MID-THIRTIES—Let’s… Keep reading…Maybe daylight won’t ask me questions…

I don’t need a reason for anything I feel…

Sara

This band. I love them. So. Fucking. Much. We drove over nine hundred miles to see them in concert. I couldn’t muster the mental fortitude to see them locally at the State Fair on Labor Day, but Colorado, Red Rocks, (and Andy Grammer, let’s be honest) got me to drive 1800+ miles for them. The band’s performance that night mixed with the energy of a crowd of 6000-some-odd people belting out every word along with… Keep reading…I don’t need a reason for anything I feel…

Five…

Sara

In September 2007, if you’d told me in two months I’d meet the love of my life and in two years I’d be married to him, I would have written you off as bat-shit crazy. Oh ye of little faith. It’s been five years since Bob and I got married. In a lot of ways I feel like I’ve known him forever. In others, HOLY CHRISTMAS how has it been five years already? (Seven together… Keep reading…Five…

Just a shadow fading out…

Sara

I have a tendency to let posts pile up in the drafts folder. Things that are too fragmented, too bitchy, too emotional, too sleep-deprived, too why-are-you-posting-that-on-the-internet, too…whathaveyou. I go through them periodically and purge or use pieces in other posts that actually get published. And some just sit there for months—or years—as I don’t have the heart to delete them because maybe someday they’ll get finished. — Not my fault… S: He’s like a puppy…. Keep reading…Just a shadow fading out…

Wrecking ball came crashing through…

Sara

1.) WordPress updated to version 4.0. I haven’t found anything significantly FUBAR’d…yet. I’m sure I’ll find it soon enough. Because there is always something. (And I still haven’t figured out how to fix the formatting of the “now playing” line since WP FUBAR’d that.) 2.) This morning as the neighbors were loading into the car to go to school, I noticed the mother speaking at a human volume with a pleasant tone. Then I realized… Keep reading…Wrecking ball came crashing through…

Never had a life of ease…

Sara

September. Labor Day. The ceremonial end to summer and the start of school. I always hated Labor Day weekend. It meant school started. I hated school from day one. I loved brand new school supplies. Getting new shoes was fun. New clothes were nice except the part about going to the store to pick them out. (HAAATE clothes shopping.) But school man, miserable experience from the very first day. Now that I no longer have… Keep reading…Never had a life of ease…