I am quietly panicking about how I am going to get through the next six weeks. October to November is my trigger season.
I was raped 12 years ago. I don’t know what day it was, although I could reconstruct it from journal entries and a calendar if I had to. Continue reading “Trigger Season”
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We are full into summer and loving it. Backyard barbecues, lazy days at the beach, and fresh tomatoes from the garden. As hard as it was moving out of the Vallejo house, I am so happy to have landed where I did. Among other things, the apartment hasn’t gotten hotter than about 75, despite the number of 90+ degree days. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Over the Mountains and Through the Woods Edition”
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I’m a bit late this week, finishing this up from a hotel room outside Yosemite. I’m up here for a few days with my brother and his wife, so I can watch my nephew while they’re at a wedding. I’m considering extending my stay out the rest of the week, as work is slow and I’ve got no reason to go back home until I need to get Z from school on Friday. Expect photos of the park in next week’s review. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Bloody Sun Edition”
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I flew out to New York on Father’s Day and back on Midsummer’s. The quick trips are the hardest ones. There’s no time to adjust to the time zone, and the ratio of plane time to ground time is less than ideal. Even so, I’m going to miss all the travel when it ends. Continue reading “The Sunday Review: Your Private New York Edition”
Hello lovelies.
I’m in New York this week. I thought about flying out on Friday so that I could catch Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer in the Coney Island Mermaid Parade, but decided that, more than anything, I needed a kid-free, work-free day to rest and recharge. By which, of course, I mean fold the 4 baskets of laundry, clear out the dishes in the sink, prep the fridge for a week away from home, and clean up all the clutter left by Hurricane Z.