My Sad Le Creuset Pots

Would I be a loser if I admitted that it is 10:45 am and I am laying — not in, but on top of — my bed, messing around on my computer? First of all, it is a Saturday, my day of rest. Second, I am nursing an illness. A cold. A manly/sexy low voice. [...]

My Brother Reads my Blog

I was afforded this information at a birthday dinner for my nephew on Saturday night. My brother reads my blog. No matter what I write from this point on, it is sure to be:

Misquoted. (I will misquote him)
Exaggerated. (I will exaggerate the actual exchange)
Offensive. (I will offend my mom)

(No, it’s not actually about my mom. [...]

The Black Rage of Menopause

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The only thing that qualifies me to write anything on the subject of mental health is the fact that I suffer from my own mental health. Or lack of it. I am certainly not qualified to write anything about menopause, given I have done almost no research on the topic. So why am [...]

Jennie's Got the Blues

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Sometimes – not very often – I get sad for no particular reason. Today I am sad. I don’t want anyone to tell me why I have no reason to be sad. Yes, I live a great and blessed life. And 99% of my life I spend being grateful for that fact. So cut me [...]