Another late night in the recliner. It was a wasted day as far as getting anything productive done. Well, I did get the dishes done so that counts for something. Mostly I read, and I slept and I relaxed. And I’m OK with that. It was self love. I promised myself this weekend would be…
Author: Shell
How Can You Be So Cruel To Your (Narcissist) Mother?
“How can you be so cruel to your mother?” I have heard that so many different times in my life. Until I realized my mother is a narcissist it always had the desired response – it made me feel guilty for not loving my mother and treating her how mothers are supposed to be treated….
To Be Grateful …
What if one day you woke up and you couldn’t walk. Or it hurt to breathe? Or to eat. What changes would you make to your life? What if it didn’t happen overnight, but rather subtly over time? What if your mobility gradually became less and less? Sneaking up on you like a stalker in…
Changes
(Photo credit: Donna Morris) Confusion reigns supreme here sometimes. I know my blog posts are all over the place as far as content goes. Writing. Empathy. Abuse. Animals. Work. Time. There will probably be many more different topics. What they have in common is me. They are all important to my life, important enough for…
11:30 ALREADY?
The shrill electronic version of a rooster crowing invaded my slumber. With barely an eye open I silenced it and moaned. I’m still tired. I need more sleep. There’s a writing seminar online I want to take advantage of. I have to schedule that 90 minutes into my day. So at 11:30 my day officially…
Happy and Blessed Easter
Easter has been a special time of year for me. It lands in the spring, the season of rebirth and hope. The grass is beginning to sprout. The long winter is finally coming to an end. Depression lifts. The sun shines again and brings a new warmth to the ground. Lakes and rivers swell with…
Whose Tears Are These?
(Photo credit: Jeremy Kruchten) Imagine a beautiful sunny summer day. The temperature is warm and comfortable. You’re driving with the window down singing lustily along with the cheery song on the radio on the way to pick up a few groceries for the house. In your minds eye, picture a line of cars with…
Write To Life
I’ve been a writer my whole life. From an early age, I loved to write. I can still recall the first poem I ever wrote when I was in second grade. It was for a school assignment but it ignited a fire in me that nothing can quench. It read: There was some red In…
Abuse? It Is NOT Abuse …
It’s not abuse. I’m just stupid. Why didn’t I know better than to make potatoes with his fish? He never eats mashed potatoes with his fish. He always has rice. Why did I try to change things and try something different? Why am I so stupid? It’s not abuse. He doesn’t beat me. He’s never…
Healing Through Writing
These last two Saturdays I attended a writing workshop held by a friend I just met. The workshop was called “Self Discovery: Healing Through Writing”. It was a first for me. So many times I’ve seen workshops and seminars and things I would like to attend for the knowledge and the networking and I never…