I wish I could dictate my entries, but when I hear myself, I always sound awful, and the words don't make sense. How else can I explain that a stand-up comedian could perfectly describe my feelings of anxiety when I can't? Anxiety is a crippling
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The other night, I watched a documentary about the period between the two world wars that devastated so many countries and how they acted in the intervening period. The differences between European countries trying to recover from the carnage and the United States were on an economic thrill ride. The
Vertigo has been a daily part of my life for nearly four years. I have occasional episodes, so I talk with hiking sticks rather than a cane because I'm never quite sure which way I might keel over to. Some episodes are worse than others, but physical therapy
I read this quote from the late John Lennon, which struck me as simple yet profound. We live in a society that glorifies violence but shames anyone for the act of love or sex, Think about it Why do we tolerate violence every day from our media, our leaders, and
I’m declaring myself mentally unavailable for the next four months regarding politics. I am so over the election bullshit. There is no way I can feign interest any longer. I said for years that we had been racing along a road and not paying attention to where we were
My experience with popular writing sites that seem filled with negative people focuses on Daily Kos. Recently, I decided to start writing again on Daily Kos. I haven’t posted there in years, and when I did, I was the angry version of myself instead of the much calmer and
We are facing a critical election this year. We have a clear choice between Democracy and Nazi/Fascism. I don't need to explain which side is which; only painfully brain-dead MAGAts cannot figure that one out, and we know who they will vote for. My Father fought
I want to put myself first for a change. I don't mean to be selfish, but I spent too much time focusing on everyone else's needs while inadvertently neglecting myself. I deserve to be happy first and foremost. That won't change my decision to
I want to write about my complicated relationship with my Dad as we grew older. He passed away when I was 17 years old. The age difference and time always separated us because he was 56 when I was born. As I matured, he aged. As I became more active,
On 15 June 2024, I emailed two old friends whom I hadn't spoken to in many years. I hope to hear from them and reestablish communication with them. None of us are getting any younger, that's for sure. I have changed and matured, somewhat gracefully, over
This is my first story for June. I am still recovering from eyelid reduction surgery that took place last week. I finally got the procedure medically cleared as necessary for keeping my vision instead of being considered purely cosmetic surgery. For years, my eyelids had become increasingly swollen and heavy