Building Barbelith | The American Dream: Part 1

When X & I talk about our Vision for growing old together, it always centers around a little house with a yard for the grandkids to run around in. A place for me to grow herbs and him to grow tomatoes. A deck for our grill and relaxing evenings singing together and looking at the stars. It’s a pretty modest dream comparatively, and we’ve always talked about with the “someday” mentality that young people often speak with. But recently, it seems, the realization has dawned that our “someday” is right around the fucking corner. How did we get to be middle aged? When the fuck did that happen? Don’t ask me. Linear time is not a friend of mine. Regardless, here we are staring down the barrel of it completely unprepared. So, like you do, we’ve been thinking. And we’ve been talking. And we’ve been researching. What would our Barbelith look like? Continue reading

Sunday

Tangled up in blankets and limbs. Kisses. Giggles. Murmured “I love you”s. Steaming cups of strong black coffee. Grey light oozing in through the cracks in the blinds. A yellow candle flickering on the altar. Sighs of contentment. Love.

Plans – a.k.a. How the Universe Fucks With You

customer-servicesWe know better, really, than to make Plans.  X & I always call them “nebulous plans” because regardless of what we *think* may come of something, we are, more often than not, proven wrong. Continue reading

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Our Lives are shaped by (in)action.

Today is my 37th birthday.

I’ve been grumpy for a couple of weeks now.

Which is odd, mind you. I love my birthday.  I mean, really, who doesn’t love a day that’s all about them?  My birthdays have always been all about me. Hell, more often than not, the whole damn week is all about me. This year is no exception.

Ten years ago, I was making plans to leave my 2nd husband.  Twenty years ago, I was “on a break” from my high school sweetheart (who would later become my 1st husband) and spent an amazing vacation in Tampa Bay with my (then) best friend. Now, well now I am married to an amazing man who adores me.  My kids are practically grown. I love where we live. I work regularly on my Art (and am having a hella fun time doing it) And yet… I find myself frustrated. Continue reading

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Hi. I’m Hannah in HR.

Often I feel a schism within me.  A definite division of my person that I struggle with on very nearly a daily basis.  Hi, my name is Hannah. I’m a Human Resources professional. Hi, I’m Cootie. Artist, mother, lover, cusser, Pagan, tattooed, nudist wannabe, vape advocate, bandana wearing, hairy arm-pitted grunge queen, tequila & sangria loving, bi-sexual, fierce & sensitive Woman.

Life is funny. Wut?

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