50, mom of a teen, wife of a chief....in search of me
A couple of years ago I was a travel consultant with the second largest travel company in the world. I was there, on and off, for almost 20 years. Then the pandemic hit. Travel shut down. My job shut down. I waited for the call back. I collected unemployment. I lived far enough away from […]
First, apologies are due to author Jonathan Maberry. This review was meant to be the beginning of a video podcast, but real life hit. The employment and paycheck sort of real life – so I cannot complain too much I suppose. But while I’m being trained as a law enforcement dispatcher in the Kansas City […]
I’m employed again. It took ages, but it’s there. It’s not perfect, but it’s a job that will keep me busy, teach me a new skill set and show me a new side of what goes on behind the scenes in law enforcement. I don’t think I can keep up the podcast while the training […]
Few things suck more than doing the right thing, even when it makes you sad. My sugar gliders have gone to better homes than what I could give.
So it’s 20May21, and the pandemic of Covid 19 has been active for a year and a month ‘officially.’ Does living through a pandemic like this, with the bastard in the White House, and our populace suffering from an amazing case of ‘us’ vs ‘them’ and masks vs no masks…..count as a form of mental […]
In six days my teenager graduates high school. Graduating in the Twilight Zone is bad enough, she’s been fighting from behind the eight ball since she was small, and it was only when she arrived in high school that the special education department admitted that she needed the help….took them long enough. I’m proud of […]
“I’ve gone from planning a wedding, to planning a funeral — it was just a cough…” My friend took her fiance to the doctor for a cough recently that wouldn’t stop. They took xrays, and MRIs and they found the C….and kept looking…and kept finding. It came back metastisized spleen, testicles, brain, liver and lungs […]
It’s been decades since I saw the shrimp boats coming up the bayou from a weekend at sea — or danced with witches on the shores of the Ponchartrain — or smelled the spanish moss, at its most fragrant in the morning and evening golden hours. It was before Katrina’s arrival, that cleaned the haze […]
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