So, a poem on being done with it all, except greatness…

I'm fed up, I'm done, but not finished. I can no longer hold back. There is greatness inside of me. I am too sparkly to be dulled. There are too many good ideas. Many great theories to share. I can no longer quell them. Ineptness from "superiors" drains me. So, no more talking the talk.…

So, I feel like I am often on the outside looking in or vice versa… Do you?

So, I have never felt that I truly fit in anywhere, completely. As a result, I have in some ways diminished the sparkling personality that is part of who I am in order to not be 'so me'. At other times I am all about being overly sparkly and letting people deal with it. I…

So, Why do I love thee Atlanta?

So, Atlanta. Why oh why do I love thee? It's complicated.   Honestly, you had me at Peachtree. Every time we went to the grand ole Capitol of GA when I was a kid I loved it. Even through my teen years, when I lived there for my first career jobs, and more recently visiting…

So, apparently there is a “Slow Movement” going on. I want in…

So, have you heard about this movement where people are taking it slow and going back to basics? I was reading about it and it was basically about not multitasking and being more mindful of time and and eating organic. I was not quite sure how eating organic was a part of this theme. But…

So, antibiotics are also mood lifting?

So, after my gloomy and doomy post, I have a more Deeish disposition to share today. I feel like a different person! I think between having a sinus and ear infection and my usual bout of thyroid issues, that is why I was so gloom and doom. After 10 days of antibiotics I am iut…

So, do I have SAD or am I s-a-d?

So January so far has been me writing a couple of poems, cleaning up, returning to a mundane job, and not getting enough sleep. I can't determine if it is seasonal affective disorder that is the culprit with all of the cloudy and rainy and dreary days. Or if it's because Christmas is over and…

So, it’s close to Christmas, a poem

So, as I lie here not ready for work and all of it's intrinsically annoying ways, I glimpse at the early morning light trying to burst it's way through my blinds. I dread the trek to the office for too many reasons to unburden, but then I remember it is the Christmas season and all…

So, the little things are what truly matter in the end-a poem for DJ

Listening to endless droning about my crazy job Taking the car to get repairs Calling to make sure I am in the Uber and safe Drying tears over feelings hurt once again An impromptu lunch to celebrate a small success Trying new things like apple picking to celebrate my traditions Buying me more new reads…