Day 1-A Start, Maybe

I feel like I might need to mark this day because I am hoping it will arc into a longer and larger trend. But last night was the first night we didn’t drink ourselves drunk in some time. With a declared intention and perhaps even the temptation of wine, we didn’t do it, and fell…

I didn’t win the powerball and other musings on healthcare

Oh, but I did try and Don and I talked about it–what we would do. Without kids or family that likes us much, we would have to donate 90% of it, given how much COULD you really spend in what, ten, twenty years max? Maybe some of my stress would decrease as well and maybe…

The Currency of Happenis

I’ve been trying to find things to be happy about–things to feel grateful for, things to make it all better, and I’ve obviously been at somewhat of a loss for quite a while. It’s been hard to even just STAND our lives, and I’ve begun to realize both of us are literally just waiting to…

Here’s the Ad D Won’t Let Me Post

I wrote the ad I wanted to, but Don is a slight concerned as he told me he wants to cook Turkey naked. So I figured I would immortalize it here, instead. The Ad that wasn’t: ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS THANKSGIVING in DENVER Thanksgiving is here and some of you guys might be sitting in…

Quasi Emotional Hollow of Heaven….

Isn’t that what we all want? Some piece, a slice of something that we can chew on, savor and reflect on in our darker moments? something that carries us through to a better end? Something to suck on when the whole world is dark and wet and cold. Something more akin to comfort over the…

Failing Aloneinthis

I was always good at aliterations, or really I think I am, though my reading has definitely taken a tumble except for useless stories reported on still, too many news sites I am trying not to get too deep underneath. I think Facebook re-upped my account last night, but it isn’t the account you can…

Staking Claim and Making Waves

Well, world, you certainly aren’t looking any better today. I have committed myself to my social media fast, which means maybe 1 or 2 people MAY have come to view my diatribes, but I doubt it. I am the half-assed writer, the writer who leaves a stew of musings stuck up in my head, mostly…

A Social Media Fast that could last and last

It seems there is something to be said of media poisoning…if you pull yourself off of it and don’t read anything, there’s a definite lack of litmus to really guage much aside from your own feelings about things. Nobody to like your perspective on things, nobody to commiserate or empathize or even argue with you….

hey world, it’s me again, and I’m still pissed

I ponder what has become of a world which at one point not too long ago, was protesting 1%ers and now has one governing them with not really any promise to address that, but apparently churn out the kind of job creation Kansas currently employs with that kind of “give the rich the money to…

my heart is broken, too

I don’t even know what to say, but there are people who’ve said it better than me, and with a lot more passion than I seem to have left to contend with this in this new reality. I am exhausted and I am full of disappointment in my fellow countrymen. I am happy we have…


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