Depression is a funny thing. It brings about a complete loss of interest in hobbies and activities you normally enjoy, while causing you to wonder if it was the depression that triggered this sudden apathy or the sudden apathy that triggered the depression. It’s all very chicken-and-egg. I don’t what the answer is. All I…
Because sometimes life happens. This is why I occasionally disappear for a spell… in case you were wondering. Crazy, chaotic life. Actually, that may be a bit of an understatement. Harried at home, demoralized at work, disgruntled with the state of blogging in general, and suffering a massive inferiority complex over my writing, I feel…
It’s been quite an eventful week, as I was forced to face not one, but two of my greatest fears – public speaking and vomit. In the process of recapping the former, I was briefly waylaid by the latter when Lil’ Bit came down with what shall heretofore be known as The Quickest Stomach Bug Known…
Happy Friday, tapas fans! As I throw this together on Thursday night – as I typically do – I’m alternately distracted by a discussion taking place in a private Facebook group that is far more titillating than any you may have seen on Sex and the City, and zen to the point of indifference following…
Earlier this week, I published what is quite possibly the most depressing essay I’ve ever written. It was, as my husband noted, “not exactly a feel-good piece,” and as several readers acknowledged, I wish the circumstances were such that its concept was moot (or moo, as it were). But it is what it is, and I…
So, the title of this week’s tapas is fairly meaningless, save for a passing reference to one of my favorite Friends quotes – because I can’t pass up the chance to quote Friends anymore than I can pass up a triple word score in Words With Friends. It’s a compulsion, really. But upon further consideration,…
Idle time is the devil’s playground. Ain’t that the truth? During report card season, it’s not uncommon for Lil’ Bit and me to head to Richmond for a weekend to visit my parents while Jim stays behind to work in the peaceful solitude of a quiet, empty house. And while I don’t resent this (not…
There are those who claim writer’s block is not a real thing. And to those people I say… bollocks! (Sorry – I watched The Full Monty again last weekend and the British slang has been stuck in my head, along with the song “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” Not that I’m complaining.) There’s writer’s block,…
Long story short, when Jim and I decided we were definitely one and done, he got a vasectomy, I bid farewell to hormonal birth control, and now I ride the crimson wave to Crazytown for a good 8-10 days each month. Which is to say my hormones are all over the freaking map. Going off The…
Hello! I'm Kristin, a self-proclaimed city girl now living the rural life with my husband, daughter, and a black cat named Boo in eastern West Virginia – or as I like to spin it, the far western suburbs of D.C.
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