Racing Thoughts: Pissed Off

Not the “pissed off” as in “piss off” and not “pissed” in that I’m not drunk. I’m royally angry. I’ve been angry for quite some time. I’m trying to learn how to live with. It’s not going necessarily well.
Here’s what I’ve learned about my anger: 1). I’m getting sick of not saying how I feel; 2). I don’t know how to express anger; 3). I’m still working through how to shut down the voice that says, “Anger is bad, and you should

It Never Occurred to Me

Since Dad’s death last October, I’ve spent time looking through boxes of old letters, photographs, and papers. Why anyone would keep a letter written in 1961 (one of many) is beyond me. I’m wondering if there’s a hoarding tendency in our family I need to note. One of his younger sisters was a hoarder.
One photograph I found has taken me down a lane of nostalgia, giving me an insight

Dying Young

I have enough wrong with me that I’ve needed to come to terms with the fact I’m not one of those people who will live long. This isn’t about drama. I’m not asking for pity. I’m giving myself 20 years. I’m prepared for less.
Initially, I met this fact with resentment, hostility, righteous anger, and a lot of ranting at the heavens. Slowly, I’ve learned to just let go. There’s no medical cure for

Do I Intentionally Piss People Off?

This is a new blog. I’ve had blogs before, some anonymous and others with my name visible. This blog is about grit, honesty (the brutal kind), and what happens when we tell the truth. It’s this truth part that keeps me up at night.
I’ve got quite a bit of anger in me.

Do We Really Another Blogger?

The bulk of those who have long-since moved away from reading or writing blogs, would probably answer“no.” Why then, am I starting a blog?

Here is the list of my most honest answers: