The Happy Honeymooner

Here we are again. We're at the start of a beautiful friendship. Just me and my mania. It always starts out so very... friendly. And positive. No negativity. No hard feelings. That's where we are right now~ the honeymoon phase. Why do I look at it like a happy little honeymoon? Well, let's do a... Continue Reading →

The Real Me

When I started this blog I wanted it to be a fresh start. I went public with it to challenge myself and to bring my voice back into the world. The problem is that I seem to have lost my voice. My voice. Throughout the years I have been told by many different people that... Continue Reading →

Humans Should Not Eat Their Young

I happened to mention to some friends recently that I now know why some animals eat their young. Anyone who has children, no matter their age, has had one of those moments where they thought the same or something similar. Don't lie. You know you have. Today I am feeling a little more generous and... Continue Reading →

Time To Start Over

As you may be able to ascertain from the title of this particular page and some of my previous blog entries, I am fat. Not phat, but fat. Well, maybe I'm phat, too. You'd have to talk to my husband about that one. There's no question, though, that I am fat. I discussed in a... Continue Reading →

“Fat” Is Not A Bad Word

I have noticed throughout my years of being a fat chick that people have a tendency to be very uncomfortable with the actual word “fat”. I'm not sure what it is about me (any of us “plus-sized” folk) using this word as a descriptor for ourselves that causes such visible discomfort, but you can practically... Continue Reading →

A Wonder Of Nature (poetry)

What should I write about today? Do I write about sunshine? Or summer skies of blue?   What do I have to say? Do I talk about winter grays? And fog and clouds and chilly mornings?   Where do I let my mind wander? To field of green and running rivers? Or bare trees and... Continue Reading →

Look At Me. I’m An Adult

You're supposed to become an adult at the ripe old age of eighteen in our beloved country. It has only taken me forty-two years to finally come of age. I can't say that I haven't been working at it. It's just taken me a little longer than others to get it down. Okay, so if... Continue Reading →

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