Because you’re not making any sense whatsoever. — I’ve been following the news as closely as I am currently able without a flare-up of hopelessness, which I’m avoiding because it could trigger a brand new bout of suicidal depression, from which I’m not sure I would emerge intact ever again. However, even from my half-ostrich view over here…

So they don’t make me give back my adulting badge. — Putting lotion on my feet after a shower and walking from the bathroom to the living room without twisting an ankle or having the irresistible urge to rip the skin off the soles of my feet. (To clarify, I mean without socks. Because my bathroom is bound to have some…

Without teen angst, I’m homeless. A response to this prompt: Writers: A Challenge Humor Us About Your Homemedium.com

Or, How could De Niro’s blurt be bad when it feels so good? — He Who Must Not Be Named Back in mid-2016, when the world had yet to completely break me, I left Facebook (mostly-I still shopped there once in awhile), so I could stay intact through what was on the horizon. The last straw for me was watching people I cared about trying to eviscerate each other on…

(Disclaimer: No amendments were amended or repealed during the changing of our minds about things we thought differently about before we realized things needed to change.) — 1. Gist of thing that happened: Crazy person putting poison in medicine bottles and putting them back on the shelf where people bought them and took the pills and died. Widespread panic. the problem: some people suck and have no problem going to the store and tampering with stuff they know will be ingested just because…

An Entire Life: 7.27.1950–3.3.2017 So. It’s been damned near a year since we lost my dad. Some days, I can’t believe that much time has passed. Other days, I feel like he’s been gone much longer. Dad dying forced me to face my own mortality. I never realized I was so scared of so…