Writing

Thank God It’s Saturday!

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I hate the traditional work week, which is probably why I don't have a "traditional" job. Granted, with my injury and upsetting things going on in my personal life, I spent most of my week making phone calls, practicing self-care, doing extensive research, texting with a close family member, and trying not to commit any … Continue reading Thank God It’s Saturday!

Lisa’s Unwritten Rules #1

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I have a very long list of 'Unwritten Rules'. Most of them pertain to manners and common decency, but the rest, in my opinion, center around basic common sense. If you're a writer and you're in need of an editor, PLEASE do not expect me to work for free. I cannot tolerate being approached for … Continue reading Lisa’s Unwritten Rules #1

How Honest Are People About Their Mental Health? This Might Surprise You…

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Facebook needs to institute a better policy involving "friending". Even with strict filtering, I have people sending me friend requests simply because they like something I've said. Why in the world would you want to be "friends" with someone who is simply the same astrological sign as you, or just happens to also be a … Continue reading How Honest Are People About Their Mental Health? This Might Surprise You…

What To Say?

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What to say? Oh, what to say? This is a challenging week, and it's only Wednesday. My blood pressure has been through the roof from stress since last week. Medication gets taken as needed, and then I get sleepy. Under normal circumstances, my blood pressure is always normal, unless you piss me off. Needless to … Continue reading What To Say?

Pie For Breakfast

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When someone brings you two pies, each covered in chunks of Oreo cookies, with an Oreo cookie crust, and whipped cream as the filling to this confection, do you ignore this sugary delight before you (Especially when you've had minimal sugar for months on end.) or do you blissfully enjoy a few bites? I have … Continue reading Pie For Breakfast

I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

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For every weather site and app that predicted thunderstorms last night into today; I am not happy with you. Deliver your predictions, lest people start believing that you "cold read" the weather to begin with and aren't actually looking at all the colorful charts and fancy equipment you like to show us and claim is … Continue reading I’d Hoped For A Thunderstorm

Sleep Interrupted

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I was in bed last night right after The Blacklist ended (If you don't watch this show, you should. I never intended for it to become something I watch, but the pilot had me hooked from day one.). I flew up the steps, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after double-checking cat bowls, got … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted