What Happens When I'm Discovered?

I've recently found myself attending Unity but I am having a hard time aligning myself with some of their ideas and I feel false sitting in the audience.

She'll Be Better, If You'll Be Kind

What if I really am the terrible daughter she tells me I am?

I Need To Work On That

Upon imagining my mother's funeral and being asked to speak, my reaction is always the same, "I don't really have anything to say".

Somewhere Out There

The possibility that this newfound planet may contain life is brimming with incredible excitement and, admittedly, some reservations about what the inhabitants of this planet may do with this information.

Why Yes, I Do Have Sunday Off...

I originally set up my work schedule in such a way as to avoid the entire 'dealing with family' issue but then that part of my mind (subset 1) was overpowered by the part of my mind (subset 2) that either (a) enjoys seeing my mind (subset 1) in uncomfortable situations or (b) realizes that this may be one of the last Easters when my grandmother will actually know what is going on - and switched shifts so that those two events may take place.

Why Do They Hate Our Mother Earth?

At work, I always ask people if they need a bag today because I feel that it is important to conserve petroleum products whenever possible and it frustrates me to no end when healthy people demand a bag for a single item (doubly so when that sing item is a magazine that is already in a bag!).

Nothing Really Matters

Little actions cease to matter almost immediately while the more 'impressive' events simply require one to zoom further out from the time line for the ramifications to cease to exist.

For The Love Of Anything Vaguely Holy, Vagina!

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Transient Moral Debate

As I was falling asleep last night, I thought of the entry that I wanted for the next day but as I made my best effort to commit it to memory, I knew it would be futile, if not entirely against the spirit of the blog.