Regular blog post to follow in a few days (presumably...). For now, though, I wanted to re-post an awesome poem Souls by newer blogger Robin of Through the Tornado of Chaos. I don't have anything to add verbally to the sentiment, so have a Where's Whoopsie that fits the theme!
CW: Mentions of Southern Evangelical religious beliefs that are pretty darn scary and in my mind qualify as genuine trauma. Also mentions of other forms of childhood trauma. All from the past, though, not the present. So, don’t worry! I promised….about two months ago...to tell the story of how I unmasked about trauma and neurodiversity … Continue reading Cantrips and Catechisms
1) To vote today in your local elections if you are in the U.S. 2) That I exist. A combination of the Internet modem we thought was finally working failing again, getting sick/stuck in a flare for several weeks and then going out of town all contrived to make posting difficult again. Ugh. But, have … Continue reading Remember, Remember…
Actual texts sent to my Partner from my psychiatrist appointment: Lavender: "Mental health treatment is bullshit. I got the first appointment with my psychiatrist at 8:30am - knowing how ridiculously early that is – and I honored that commitment to wake up on a weekend to be available for rehearsal. It’s 9:45am and he hasn't … Continue reading Trust in Mental Health Treatment #5: Axe to Grind
This time last year, I was about to go on my not-FMLA. I had pre-written a blog post about how to protest with chronic illness for the Fourth of July, and - as that is a rather date-specific post - I went ahead and posted that. But, while I certainly went to protests as best … Continue reading The American Dread
Movie theaters have become events in and of themselves. One that opened near us recently has a full restaurant inside of it where patrons can eat at traditional tables before the movie - or order their carnitas nachos to be served at tables inside the theater while they recline in their heated leather seats. The … Continue reading End-User Experience
*Knock knock* "Who's there?" "Orange." "Orange who?" "Orange you glad Trump might finally be impeached as dictator of this Banana Republic?" I'm berry sorry, everyone. My joke might be a bit green still, but here's hoping the currant hints of corruption while in office from Cohen's testimony do eventually ripen and bear fruit. Trump is … Continue reading Cohen Events