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Right Choice, Feels Wrong.

April 16, 2015

Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
On the 26th of November, my cat Marley was attacked by my dogs. The scene still plays in my mind. The blood. The sight of Marley, and the blood on my dogs faces. And so it began… the roller coaster of emotions that has left me so heart broken,…

12 Car Pile Up of the Brain

April 3, 2015

There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain

Right Choice, Feels Wrong.

December 6, 2014

On the 26th of November, my cat Marley was attacked by my dogs. The scene still plays in my mind. The blood. The sight of Marley, and the blood on my dogs faces. And so it began… the roller coaster of emotions that has left me so heart broken, and so tired and so very … More Right Choice, Feels Wrong.

Broken

December 4, 2014

It has been a long, long time since I have been this sad. Drained, and tired and sad. My heart is aching and my mind feels like its bleeding with guilt and… anger… and powerlessness. I have choices to make, and what ever I choose will hurt. Will hurt someone else, and I will carry … More Broken

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”

November 20, 2014

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.” I rather enjoy the way my days start, so I wouldn’t change the beginning. It is a momentary blurred close up of my Pitt Bull, Jack’s nostrils as he stares at me, willing me to wake up. His tail begins it’s loving wag the … More In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”

Rambling. Its what I do.

November 17, 2014

Diary of a Crazy White Chick. Part One. It’s Monday, which doesn’t matter to me like it does to everyone else. I work from home, and so all my days mesh into each other so that sleeping in is a luxury, and so is being able to work late into the night simply because it … More Rambling. Its what I do.

My Pitt Bull’s, and my Marley.

November 6, 2014

I love my little family. I rescued my male, Jack from a puppy mill, which was consequently closed down. But he has grown from the very thin and full of mange pup into a gentle giant with a heart of gold. And then there is Lyra, who although she is beautiful – is more like … More My Pitt Bull’s, and my Marley.