Never once in my life have I fallen victim to the mysterious P-word or M-word, and if I have I’ve never noticed nor paid any attention to it.
I’ve never woken up on a Monday and thought, “I wonder which man-hole is going to try and squash me today?”
How is it possible that I, as a woman, have never once felt excluded or looked down upon simply because I’m a woman? Yet thousands of articles about about women feeling less than, infiltrate the internet every single day.
I don’t live in a bubble, I live in the same world…
In everyday life, it sounds basic and cliche to say, “There’s always someone who has it worse than you.”
But in death and loss, that same sentence comes across as downright callous and insensitive.
I’ve danced around writing this piece for months now because it could sound as though I’m minimizing the unimaginable pain of others, which is certainly not my intent.
Everyone who loses a child is in great pain. Period.
But I have realized some glaring truths since the day my son died last September. …
If I could give out one useful tip in all of life, it is this:
DO NOT throw away old journals, no matter how old they are!
Why? Because when you open old journals you may find you’ve got a thousand useful pieces of information hidden between those book covers.
This is exactly what I’ve uncovered.
I’ve always been a pen-to-paper type person which means I usually buy a new journal book for each fresh project. If you operate this way you accumulate a lot of books, pages, and notes over a period of years.
When I travel I take…
Very recently, a man told me that he sees me as “the one who got away,” and I have to admit I was a little flabbergasted.
Considering it’s been thirty years since he and I dated the first time, and twelve years since we’d seen each other in person, I’d say that’s a hell of an accomplishment on my part.
He and I met in high school and dated for a minute. I’m pretty sure we loved each other, but then again, didn’t we love everyone we dated in high school?
Eventually we did what young, fickle people do and…
Had my city not dipped down into the polar vortex this past week I would have never been scouring Amazon for this particular product. But when it’s -29 Celsius with wind chills around -40 and -50, your dog still needs to pee. Even worse, poop.
Contrary to what you might think, when you touch something at those temperatures, it BURNS…not freezes. Can you imagine trying to concentrate on dropping a load while your feet are sticking to the ground and burning?
Enter Amazon on a Saturday night, because we humans also don’t feel like going out in a polar vortex…
Based on the number of titles milling around on Medium about burnout and writers block, it’s got to be a real struggle for some.
The problem is, this platform doesn’t care what you write about, nor does it provide any motivation to be creative. In fact, it often rewards stale, worn out ideas but doesn’t provide any feedback on what you publish.
A couple of days ago, News Break was the same way. But then they announced their Content Value score, which, if you’re a burnt out writer, can provide exactly the motivation you need to write something more creative.
I’m not going to single anyone out but I just read yet another listicle with ideas for side-hustles. The problem with the list? They are exactly the same ideas that everyone has been regurgitating for the last ten years.
I have yet to see anything original.
If someone out there has any NEW information that does not include the following:
…..please write the article.
I’m soooo bored, and when I get bored I send a text to a random number saying, “I hid…
Is it just me or is anyone else shocked at the amount of true crime murder shows originating in America?
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind until a few weeks ago when I was watching a true crime series based here in Canada, where I live.
The series is called Crime Beat and features a handful of high profile Canadian murders. It offers only two seasons, six single episodes each season, and one double-header.
The key phrase here is “only two seasons.”
This pales in comparison to the thousands of American true crime stories that saturate TV and Netflix.
Many years ago, I used to have a blog called Twisted Kristi. If it still existed this story could probably be the headliner for it.
Sometimes my mind resides a little on the dark side but I rarely verbalize these kinds of thoughts because they’re obscure and morbid. I desperately hope others secretly think this way too, because I’m afraid to be the only one.
This is an attempt at breaking silence on a topic nobody wants to bring up but probably many wish was more appropriate to talk about.
I had never experienced a significant death before my son…