Picture perfect humid July afternoon, a crawfish boil is underway, lawn chairs and kegs scattered about. Children swimming in a green, fetid above ground pool, dog poop decorating the land, men in sleeveless t-shirts aiming bottle rockets at each other; just another grand day in a north-end white trash neighborhood. And there I am, summer … More The End of Infinity
Let’s lighten things up a bit here at EAYD. My beautiful friend (and childhood-always-best-friend) Cari over at viCARIously Speaking posted a fun Grown-Up Quiz. I know you wait breathlessly to get a glimpse of my “normal”. I would enjoy reading your answers as well, so feel free to copy the questions and tag me in your post. … More Clear the Cobwebs: Spring Quiz
I have that air of confidence, that special stature of composure. A brilliant smile, assortment of cute shoes, a decent (albeit aging) rack. This is what it takes to get through the day. Someone is talking to me – say something witty, say something Tara-esque, say SOMETHING. Or don’t. Listen. It’s what I do best. … More Heels & Blades
I haven’t been witness to romantic love enduring all things. I don’t know if I’m capable of fully loving a man ever again. Love requires trust. Me, trust a man again? I’m more likely to eat a steak while wearing a fur coat. Dating is an entity apart from love, trust, and all that sunshine crap. … More Caution: Dating While Damaged
Amidst the Chaos she gathered the scattered pieces of her Soul. Once her puzzle was complete she saw she was not the same. Faded, war-torn, jagged…Absolutely Beautiful. -xo 3T
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The following story was submitted by Tara from Even At Your Darkest. We admire the courage, vulnerability, and radical honesty of this heart-felt retelling. ………………………………………………………………. I’m tucked into this cute bungalow, feeling its good vibes, listening to my dogs wrestle, seeing the flowers blooming outside the window…
Sunday, using the guise of continuous snow, the dogs and I chose to remain in jammies, sip wine, and binge on various television shows. Who can clean the house or do anything productive when it is snowing? It hinders ones motivation. After Joey and Cash’s morning jaunt through piles of this unwelcome snow we … More The Universe is Calling. It Wants Your Bravado.
I think about skin. A lot. I worry over signs of aging; are my wrinkles getting more prominent, is that an age spot or a freckle, why is that sagging?? I spend beyond my means in order to immerse myself in magic elixirs and dragon’s blood to smear away perceived imperfections. It’s a mystery to … More What is Pretty
**Trigger Warning** I miss being numb. Ironic since I used to feel like a zombie. Zombies can’t love. Zombies only survive. When nasty feelings did get to my heart, I let them bleed out. Or drink to quiet the loud in my head. Or a lovely concoction of the two, depending on the depth of … More Being Numb and Other Post-Zombie Thoughts
Hello Friends, In the spirit of full disclosure I have added a link to a short memoir I wrote, Still Breathing. Read it to catch a glimpse of my crazy. Read it so you know you can say anything to me. Well…don’t be mean. Mean people steal your shine and that is just not cool. … More Good Morning!
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