NYC, Determined to make your out of borough commute a nightmare Pt. 2

25 minutes later, we got in our Uber and inched downtown on 5th Avenue towards Union square. We caught every light, and almost collided with a speeding car when the driver ran a red light. It would’ve gone right through us if our driver didn’t have that automatic break feature. We cared for about twoContinue reading “NYC, Determined to make your out of borough commute a nightmare Pt. 2”

NYC, determined to make your outer borough commute home a nightmare

New York City has seen a few hurricanes and tropical storms. Nothing like the southern coastal states but maybe that’s the problem. We’re not always prepared. This past Saturday, we were visited by Tropical Storm Henry. That horrible bitch. It came quickly and wreaked local temporary havoc. When you happen to be on an outContinue reading “NYC, determined to make your outer borough commute home a nightmare”

The Pure Love of a Familiar

A familiar is a companion. Whether it’s a positive good thing is up for debate, historically speaking. According to Wikipedia: In European folklore of the medieval and early modern periods, familiars (sometimes referred to as familiar spirits) were believed to be supernatural entities that would assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic.Continue reading “The Pure Love of a Familiar”

Operation Use What’s in the Fridge and Pantry to Make a Delicious Meal….

I’m just coming off a brutal and busy couple of weeks and really need to relax and remember not everything’s about work and money. For me, that means creating something, anything. A story, a blog post, a yoga routine or in this case a meal that I don’t have to spend money on. I wokeContinue reading “Operation Use What’s in the Fridge and Pantry to Make a Delicious Meal….”

Post pandemic anxiety

There’s something called “floating anxiety”. I’ve experienced it before as a teen in the throws of PTSD. I had recovered memories, age 14, that threw me for a loop. I dealt with it in my 20’s and beyond. These recovered memories. Was triggered by a touch, or the idea of a touch. I grew toContinue reading “Post pandemic anxiety”

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