Sweetness for coming-in me.

Today’s post is a woem I wrote a week or so ago. A woem is a poem of woe! And grumbles. This is something we invented at McGrumblebug’s Whine Bar (a forum board disguised as a pub) in my Kitchen Table program. See: My weekend got eaten by bears! And, as it...

There’s No Way This Can End Well.

I have a sadness story. It’s a story that lives inside of my consciousness, and it’s all about how everything ends in tears and regret. This story is so familiar that sometimes I think it is me. When I pull away from it so we can see each other, I...

Some thoughts on dealing with loss.

I said goodbye to some things over the past few days, and it has been less than fun. And I’ve been thinking about loss in various permutations. The loss of something that can’t come back. Someone asked me this week what I did when my friend died. And I...
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