To care or not to care? I took one of those Facebook quizzes. Apparently, I am the caregiver! I am the “mother figure: the selfless caregiver and helper”. Me? Caregiver? Never! Back in the good ol’ days, the quiz’s result wouldn’t have been so incredulous as I was naive and gullible. I was even a…… Continue reading Do I care?
Originally posted on Theresa Barker – Lab Notes:
This week I was reading fellow writer-poet-blogger Luanne Castle’s blog, in which she described a typical day in her life (“Typical Tuesday with Luanne Castle”). Then today I read the blog of my writing friend and collaborator Anne J in which she talked about a rushed and…
Sometimes, it really is fine to let life get to me. Then, just let it be. It is okay to allow frustration and anxiety to overwhelm my entire being. It is all right to feel my brain on the brink of explosion… that it can no longer organize information for others (so they may just…… Continue reading Finding Joy II: On the edge of sanity
Shorts (noun) – No, not the ones I wear in summer. Not this… Not even the same as on the featured image. But, in support of my desire to take my writing seriously, albeit still on the side and second priority to my work (commerce), I intend to publish one post a day. Maybe. To…… Continue reading ‘Shorts’: on being a serious writer
I do mean skimpy: short and revealing. I am merely referring to my dream… or am I? I had a conversation with my therapist about our plans of moving. However, we actually don’t do anything about it so she suggested that I just make a decision, even if it means staying put. She also said…… Continue reading Skimpy dreaming
Some time between birth and death, we discover that there are certainties in life that we can proudly claim to know. Similarly, during our existence, we eventually have to admit to being doubtful about a few things that we encounter in life. Perhaps, a number of us will question more than have conviction. I am…… Continue reading Doubts and Certainties
“He is who he is because he is. She is who she is because she is. They are who they are because they are. I am who I am because I am.” I think – I always think, like a magnet for rumination – that I have the inclination to worry about what others think…… Continue reading In no position to judge