stardust we are.

On Ash Wednesday, we remember our impermanence. Ashes are imposed on our foreheads, both as a reminder of our mortality and a sign of penitence, as our priest (or pastor) says, "remember you are dust and to dust you will return." It's always a somber - but beautiful - service. And all good Catholics, Episcopalians,…

Just NO, General Conference.

*This post has been worked on and rewritten and completely trashed and restarted a few times since last week. This. Vote. Is. Just. Awful. Finally, I've decided to publish this simple version and leave it be - because I have to say something. I am heartsick over this.   After years of having hoped better…

words – and walls – matter.

On Friday, after the Bizarro World Rose Garden press conference, I was ready to sit down and write a full, holy shit, let me tell y'all post. And then I gathered my horses, and determined that everyone knows where I stand on this anyway, and that I was NOT going to be kind if I…

so so many gratitudes.

It's Thanksgiving morning and I just woke from a long-ish winter's nap (five or so hours?) and I'm sitting here next to a snoring Wonderpup and we are all wrapped up in our toastys because it's actually cold this morning (I love it when cold holidays actually are - never a sure thing in Alabama,…

feeling the invisible.

Y'all, it has been a holy hell, beast of a week, with all kinds of new and exciting symptoms manifesting - yay, autoimmune disease - and old foolishness rearing it's ugly head too. All I have for this is "What the Frack?" As it happens, it's also Invisible Illness & Disability Awareness Week - that's…

a spoonie-get-well week.

It's a medical week here, with more extra doctor's appointments and whatnot and some conditions flaring that haven't in quite some time, in addition to my RA. So today, during the day, I got all of the sleeps. Yesterday, though, Sara and I rode with my husband to see our family, and got to visit…