Oh, and did I mention my mom used to get crazy-bad PMS?

Oh my gosh, my good friend Emilia asked a question of the day that inspired me to write a book in response, so I figured I’d turn it into a blog post. Her question was: how old were you when you got your first period? How did your family and friends react? Did anyone sayContinue reading “Oh, and did I mention my mom used to get crazy-bad PMS?”

Searching for Eric Kandel.

Well, good news!! I’ve got my pride and joy listed on etsy. Click here! (You know you want to.) I had fun earlier fixing up that basement room and staging the desktop. That’s my doll, Mathilde. I love Mathilde, and she’s a great desk model! Oh, hey! Ashley Leia, those are the bookends that myContinue reading “Searching for Eric Kandel.”

I’M NOT SUICIDAL!!

[I’m ranting later about that therapist who accused me of being suicidal when I wasn’t. Nothing to worry about.] I’m on chapter 3 of my false memories book, and I really don’t want to read this chapter. Here’s why, it’s opening: So you want to read a book on memory but don’t want to hearContinue reading “I’M NOT SUICIDAL!!”

The wave of the future: rainbow-industrial furniture.

I’ve been hard at work on my furniture building, and I really, really, really hope I can become a successful woodworker. I’m defining successful as being able to sell my furniture to happy customers. I think I can make it happen. I finished a piece of furniture today that I started on Monday, so it’sContinue reading “The wave of the future: rainbow-industrial furniture.”

My beautiful schizophrenic brain!

I’ve been spaced out all day, possibly because I went to therapy yesterday and then had nightmares all night. I kept dreaming I was being forced to relive hellacious scenarios: accidents, disfigurement, wreckage, and so forth; because I couldn’t come to terms with what had happened and felt the need to keep experiencing it untilContinue reading “My beautiful schizophrenic brain!”

Trying to reason through the weirdness.

I’ve been musing more about Stevil, my neighbor, who instilled in me this recurring relationship pattern of male friendship going badly awry when I ask to be more than friends. I’ve been wondering about the conversation that started it all: Why did he ask me if I’d been sexually abused? He said, “You seem toContinue reading “Trying to reason through the weirdness.”

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