Meg’s life and Annie Lane today!

I’ve been hibernating, which is restful but not much else. I need to get serious about my goals already. I’ve got a few things going on. On Wednesday, I have to go talk with a state-appointed psychiatrist to convince him I’m still disabled. I’ve been making examples in my head of recent scenarios that makeContinue reading “Meg’s life and Annie Lane today!”

I’m one of those kind, angry people. (Just run.)

Dear Annie: My mother separated from my father when I was 3. She left my father, who never came looking for us. She later married a wonderful man who loves me more than anything. When I was 15, a family member was able to get in touch with my biological father. The next day, heContinue reading “I’m one of those kind, angry people. (Just run.)”

Some sort of miracle.

I have no clue how to account for this. My life has devolved into some sort of hellish existence filled with drama and snark and pain. Surely my mother must be involved, right?  I was engaged in combat with some people, and I don’t even know what went wrong. I keep replaying it in myContinue reading “Some sort of miracle.”

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