Midnight Wild Child Gypsy Dreamer: The Middle

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Tuning out the voices was easier than I ever imagined it to be.  I decided…

Beachy Days and Just Short of a Decade

Now that we are almost two months through surgery recovery and lifestyle changes I can report that even though it has gotten easier it has not gotten any less annoying.  I am two months sober from alcohol, tylenol, and several other medications that could have aided in my allergy fest that I had experienced earlier…

First Breakdown

It’s happened. One month in and I’ve used the Roadside Assistance button on my Progressive Auto-Insurance app. Buying a Vanagon that’s older than me was always going to yield breakdowns and stalls. You don’t go into #vanlife thinking that it’s always going to be smooth sailing. I will admit I thought it’d be a little…

Flowered Ink

I am left with a blank as to what I wanted to write to you about.  In a sleep state I woke glimpsing a blurry idea to fill your minds with in the morning, but for hours as I sipped my coffee I struggled with the search of this idea.  Haven’t yet to find it I have…

Baking Guns

Good morning, or should I say afternoon?  Our long Valentine’s weekend has ended and the girls are finally back in school.  Last night brought down rains that melted away a large amount of snow clearing the roads for early morning driving.  We had a fun, game filled, relaxed weekend.  We were unable to do our…

Productive Days

I am sorry for the post that I removed late last week.  I was using this as an outlet to vent and felt that some of the comments received were a little to hard to hear so I removed it.   But on to today…. I have had a lot going on this past week.…

Wrapped up in Themselves – Part 4

Years had passed and that young 16 year old girl had found me through the advancements of social media.  She wanted to reach out to me and apologize for lying to her parents about that night.  She stated that she was too afraid to tell them that she willingly had sex and saying she was forced…

Wrapped up in Themselves: Part 3

I had just landed in Portland when I heard all my voice mails.  I had a warrant out for the delinquency of a minor.  I tried to explain the situation to my parents on the way home from the airport, but I have always felt that they thought that I was hiding something.  The truth…

Wrapped up in Themselves: Part 2

At the time I was a smoker.  I spent most of my time at the party sitting on the back patio with a cigarette and beer in my hand.  I didn’t dance so you didn’t catch me in the main rooms of the house.  I was only lured inside because a boy that I began…