Category Archives: online journal

I am wondering about what exactly we mean with regard to human worth. My chosen faith has a traditional principle that says we affirm “the inherent worth and dignity of every person”. I think we’ve revised that to say “every being”, but no matter – we are in the process of revising those values statementsContinue reading “What is a turkey worth?”

Today I floundered just a bit…not too badly, but slightly off balance. The housekeepers visited, and they did a mediocre job. I’ve switched from a service provider to an independent lady. She’s a bit cheaper than the provider, and I enjoy paying her directly rather than the company that only gives her a fraction ofContinue reading “Floundering”

My therapist turned me on to a book – The Body Is Not An Apology. I just ordered it online, and it should be here in a few days. The title resonates because I have been doing exactly that – apologizing for this body for so very long. Sorry I don’t fit, sorry it’s tooContinue reading “Recovery”

I wrote this a while back, so just wanted to get it out of drdaft status. Ihave no idea why it stayed a draft, but whatever. I need to start downloading stuff from this site so that I don’t lose things. I guess believing is about faith, because you have no tangible proof of whatContinue reading “Believing”

Dear me, Remember being able to walk long distances without thinking about it, without running out of energy after only a few minutes?  Remember when you could walk home from more than 2 miles away without having to plan it, and without having to practically go comatose when you arrived?  When you weren’t so fat that youContinue reading “Me, myself, and I”

I wrote this in 2021, and it’s been a draft since then. I found it interesting to reflect on that time, when I was still getting used to being unemployed and deeply into unacknowledged grief. I was living as though I was in a crack house, with junk and clutter everywhere, moldy cops of coffeeContinue reading “Depression, too”

This is a weird thing I wrote a while back, from out of nowhere. Talking To Myself I can’t pretend that I am not here, but I want to.  There’s evidence to prove that I’m here, and sometimes that’s all I have to convince myself – the dog gets fed, the bills get paid, foodContinue reading “Talking to myself…”

I wonder if we have truly accepted the reality of all our circumstances, or become convinced that if we simply disbelieve what is visible it will change things. That is bargaining, one of the stages of grief. If we just have this, or if we just do that, things will be as they were backContinue reading “Perspective”

I’m in that “I need to run” place. Move back home, or move to some place other than here. Lonely, out of sorts, eating way too much, thinking strange what-if kinds of things. Like what if I have cancer, or what if they kill me doing this dental implant procedure, or what if I runContinue reading “Running”

‘Tis said beware the ides of March. Caesar may have done well to take heed, but perhaps not. It’s only the 15th of the month by our calendar, and since time is but a human construct the date probably has no more significance than any other. It’s only a measure of how far our planetContinue reading “Ides of March”