Haphazard Housework

I tackle housework in a sort of wing it, haphazard manner. In that, I probably make more mess in tidying up than I clean. It’s not my fault. Really. I do most things in a wing it, haphazard manner, not just housework. It doesn’t seem to be the best way …

More About Us

So, bread and bethend, who are these people? And why write a blog? You’d think this would be an easy post, but as my anxiety bubbles up, I have to wonder if this is what’s causing it. Even though I have an entire blog about myself and my life, this …

Poetry: Pinpricks

Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a whisper, we can’t resist it the desperate pull. Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn, until we are turned away. Abandoned. r.l.w