In honor of a week since Hurricane Beryl swept over Houston, Texas, I am sharing some musings I wrote while I was without A/C, power, and cell signal. I also took pretty pictures... At least, pretty to me.
Category: In My Own Words
These are all my thoughts, opinions, and other things.
Sappho to Shakespeare to Sparks; We Write of Love
Oh good lord, do I want to be one of the great writers to really get it right. I probably won't be. The fact you, dear readers, know my name is quite baffling to begin with. I don't write for you. I write for me, but I also don't necessarily want to be lost in the ever gnashing maw of time. What a balance I'm striving for.
Flying with the Window Open
I will never understand people who fly with the blinds shut. It's an immense privilege to see the world from above, and it's something that should be cherished. The world is stunning, and we should all take the time to appreciate it.
Anxiety Is A Fickle Bitch
Sometimes, I write things that I think come close to explaining how I feel without being too much or too little and hits the right balance of darkly realistic and funny. Sometimes, I write things that make me think, hmmm... maybe I'll be good at this one day. Anxiety says, "Simmer down, god complex."
11… Memories We’ve Made Over Seven Years
Today marks seven years of doing life with Dylan. Our family is about as far from traditional as we could possibly be, and yet we’re still here making it work every day. We've had good years and bad years and in between years. He can be a real asshat sometimes, but in a world where I question how everyone feels about me, he's made sure I never question if he loves me. At the end of the day, I have spent seven years with my best friend and pawtner. He was not the fling I meant him to be, but my life is better because he came into it.
For Ocho
I tattooed his name in the place he just loved to bite as a reminder of all that he had done for me. I had no idea what he would go on to do. He saved his mom from me. He has saved me from me so many more times.