• Health,  Life,  Love,  Parenting,  poem,  Running,  Writing

    Mending A Broken Heart

      Good morning, everyone. How have you all been doing? I have been doing great actually, for the most part. ๐Ÿ™‚ I know it’s been a bit since I’ve written on here but mostly because I’ve been doing more writing offline than on. Usually when I write I post whatever I’ve written almost immediately but that’s brought me to a point where everything new is being posted. That makes it hard to come up with new material that you haven’t seen that might go into a book. And it looks like I may be getting to the point where I have an actual book of my very own poetry to…

  • Life,  Nature

    The Mating Game

    It’s cicada season in my backyard, and pretty much everywhere I go. Not just cicadas but frogs too. During the day all I can hear is the whirring, rattling sound of tiny prop engines calling out to each other. At night its the chirruping of frogs in trees or bushes. Obviously, the mating game is afoot. I don’t mind the frogs so much; their soft croaks aren’t really croaks at all, not even in the sense of it. The sound is more like some sort of loud cricket or night bird. But the cicadas…they have got to stop. It’s bad enough seeing the husks lying around (although once they’ve abandoned…

  • Life,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Dreams May Come…

    It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After ย ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.…

  • #BeReal,  Life,  Thoughts

    Left of Center

    I remember the first time I ever heard that I was shy. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, maybe 6 or 7, and my family was at a party one of my step-aunts was hosting. There were so many adults and most were strangers. The only children were ย me and my sisters and our cousins, Katy and Leslie. Up until this point I had never been labelled as shy, but I distinctly remember my mother excusing the fact that I didn’t like strange people touching me as being shy. It stuck in my head like a deep splinter.ย From that point on I was the shy one, not because…

  • #BeReal,  Blog,  Life

    Let It Go, Let It Go…But I Can’t

    In a few weeks Chez Lunatic will be moving into new digs. This means there is going to be a whirlwind of packing going on for the next few weeks, and I am NOT looking forward to it. Let me make this very clear. I love moving. I love being in a new place and setting order up and getting things organized into new spaces. I love the thrill and excitement of being someplace Other than where I was, of learning new neighborhoods and meeting new neighbors (though I don’t think anyone will be able to match our current neighbors whom our whole family has come to love in such…

  • Blog,  Life

    Freelancing It

      Heighdy Ho, Lunatics! I know. It’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything. I have a very good defense, however. I was well and truly ill. First, I ended up with a sinus infection that affected my inner ears and balance. It’s rather hard to write anything when what you are looking at goes a little wobbly at the edges then falls sideways and makes you feel like you are standing in an upside down room. While I was at the clinic trying to discover the reason for that, I was told my thyroid gland is enlarged. There are a few reasons for it (all able to…

  • #BeReal,  Blog,  Life

    Heartaches By The Dozen

      The thought occurred to me this morning that I don’t have much time left with my kids. I watched Son #3 get on his bus this morning and a small pang went through my heart. How many more times do I get to watch him wave to me as his bus goes by? My two elder boys were done waving to mom the moment they entered Kindergarten, but not my Zombie Hunter. He has waved to me every day he’s gone to school since he first began attending it. Even when I drive him there and drop him off. And he won’t go in the school building until he’s…

  • #BeReal,  Life,  Writing

    Just Not Feeling It

    Dear Lunatics, It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I wish I could say that there was a really good reason for why I haven’t written in so long. Well, actually, there are several very good reasons, which I am not going to talk about in a public forum. Basically, life has just been overwhelming. Mostly, though, I just haven’t felt motivated to write. Frankly, I haven’t been motivated to do very much at all lately. I’ve been reading a little bit (Middle English literature, Order of Seven by Beth Teliho, and After Alice by Gregory Maguire), knitting a lot (because it helps me take my mind off of my other…

  • #BeReal,  Encouragement,  Life

    Some Advice For The New Year

      No, I haven’t disappeared or fallen into a black hole. I’m still here. Just taking a much needed break. I’ve had a lot of personal things going on in my life this month and I’ve needed to back away from things and take a breath or two. I’m hoping the new year will bring a little bit of calm that December decided I didn’t need. One of the things that happened, recently, was an unexpected negative thing that could have been so much worse but wasn’t. My only current vehicle is my SUV. ย My Prius’s hybrid battery died in November and, as it’s out of warranty, it’s going to…

  • Life,  Monday's Muse,  Poetry

    Where Did My Week Go?

    Hello my lovelies! I want to apologize for the lack of activity last week. It was not due to the holiday, though I almost wish it had been that. No, a week ago this past Friday my eldest son came home for a visit and brought with him the Mother of All Sinus Colds (hereafter known as MASC), and yours truly caught Lucifer’s share. I don’t get sick often, and by sick I mean lying-in-bed-wishing-for-health-or-death-to-end-the-misery. I do get occasional colds which end about 48 hours later, but this was a monster of a cold. It was the kind of cold that gets worse the third day in. Miserable is an…