Still Phlegm

In my last entry, I referred to my present health and career crisis as a storm. I considered and then wrote about how it built up and finally blew up. In explaining this to my present clients, I even drew a picture of a mushroom cloud as an illustration of my job situation. 44 The Lord hurled a... Continue Reading →

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The Washingtons (ep.4)

Adopted. Some people ignorantly attach a stigma to that word. Unity doesn't though. She was born at an early age to her natural mom and mom's boyfriend at the time. One August day when she was around 5 years old, her mom dropped her off in the morning at the Playworld to be picked up... Continue Reading →

disillusion me

Disillusionment: a feeling of disappointment resulting from the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be. So is it a good thing or a bad thing? I think it's healthy but no more fun than a shot in the buttocks for a ten year old. Children seem to enjoy their illusions:... Continue Reading →

crush

opening my eyes in the morning is often like the elevator doors opening after a solo ride from the top floor of the sears tower down to the fifth floor i've been comfortable for some time, enjoying a not-too-hot not-too-cold pleasant temperature and some instrumental music in dim lighting and solitude and then the doors... Continue Reading →

traffic

Dark, dank, moldy cell Back of truck, personal hell human cargo is not the past still alive, spreading fast she wakes up, sees the day wishes she hadn't just wanted to play edge of yard seemed safe enough he was friendly when he drove up offered her money to go for a ride in a... Continue Reading →

getting up

Upped my lexapro. How it works I don't know. World was dim hard to go out, like my head was full of phlegm. stumbling around in the dark for a key to a door that's already open.* Upped my lexapro and I wake up hearing the morning trill of the birds flitting about in the... Continue Reading →

46- static

In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Mr. Pirsig relates a story of some pilgrims climbing a holy mountain. Though I read it years ago, the story struck a chord with me. I paraphrase by memory: One particular climber was trudging up the mountain, his pack seemingly becoming heavier and heavier with each step.... Continue Reading →

45 – sunday morning

Usually, I would be at church right now, teaching a sunday school lesson, and then attending a worship service. But today, I'm not. Simply did not want to deal with the outside world, however kind and loving the people around me would have been. The loud attacks on senses, the conversation to be made with... Continue Reading →

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