i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
i don’t believe any of you know how challenging it is to ask for money. repeatedly. year after year. hoping that this will be the last year you ask because they have found a cure. it isn’t the last year. the cure is not here yet. it will be. i believe that we will find...
and so it began…19 years ago tomorrow (i write all my posts and blogs in advance :) i took my first yoga class. it started with rodney yee’s yoga for abs and suzanne deason’s gentle yoga vhs tapes…within three weeks i knew i needed more than gentle yoga and abs… ...
it was october… i was scheduled to go in for a routine skin check… you know living in AZ for 28 years and all… anyway… when the dermatologist… let’s call him “dr. keep your scalpel away from my face” stopped on the side of my nose and asked me what that was. i had no...
how i have found myself here again is beyond me? i thought when i quit smoking 15 years ago cold turkey after a 23 year habit i lessened my chances of hearing the word cancer…i knew it wasn’t an impossibility and to be honest i have one of the “easiest cancers to treat” go me!...
so. you would assume by the title and the way i spelled ruff that i’m going to write about my dog. i’m not. (see what happens when you assume :) ) i don’t have a dog. i would love a dog. i have enough to deal with right now. i do enjoy visits with my...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
so you didn’t give a fuck about coming into hot yoga sick and saying i’m going to sweat it out. and i point blank ask you to stay the fuck away from me. because i have a compromised immune system…...
