There are many things that I don't have in my life which most people do. Besides the fact that I don't have a husband or children, I do want to believe that I don't have them by choice. I did frequently agree with the notion that marriage was a "trap" of sorts but I guess... Continue Reading →
Don't get me wrong, I do still jump out of bed each morning...but I feel like I may have lost some of my drive. I remember a time in my life when I faced each day with such fury...but now I guess I'm realizing what a fleck on the map I really am. Politics have... Continue Reading →
Less than 12 hours left in 2017! Has everyone accomplished what they had meant to accomplish during 2017? Have you all checked off those major items from your "to do" list?
Every once in a while, I might see what I imagine to be a happy mother with a beautiful child in stroller or carriage and the thought might cross my mind...wow, that really would have been so cool, to have become a mother. But I'm pretty sure there are a lot more women out there of all ages who look at me and my life who say to themselves, "Shit, I wish I had stayed single so I could have had her life."
Every once in a while I throw a tantrum...as though I'm not getting my way...like a teenager. It's what I equate to things not going how I want or expected them to...me having a feeling or emotion that I don't like and so I have to get up and start again. When I say start... Continue Reading →
Those of you who do not know my "story," I invite you to read my story here to save me from having to repeat it, allowing me to pick up where I am now. And I don't mean to be rude about it, but it has gotten super tiresome for me to keep explaining my... Continue Reading →
...because I need to get off. I have always been the tough one among my friends. Not that I'm unnecessarily daring or anything. I've more been the one who had supported my friends in accomplishing things while accomplishing the same things along side them...like saying..."Look if I can do it, so can you!" So whether... Continue Reading →
It's not that strange, I don't think...but while living in a foreign country (non-American) it is very difficult to be known as anything else but as being an "American." No one cares where I find my identity or whom I feel I most identify with. As far as anyone is concerned, I'm "American" and that's... Continue Reading →