So my grandmother passed peacefully in her sleep two days ago. Had my husband and I gone, I wouldn’t have been able to shower her with hugs and kisses. She’s the woman standing in the picture, her arm around my waist. My grandfather was holding my hand. And finally, my aunt and uncles. This picture… Read More Mama
As I put one arm through one sleeve and the other arm through the other, on my black, silky-type shirt this morning, I knew something bad would happen. For example, while eating yogurt, the cuff dragged across the top of the yogurt cup, which I somehow knew would happen. And of course, the yogurt smeared… Read More Out of Nowhere
Just now, I was looking for a wreathe my sister-in-law made me, but that I wanted to decorate. I had no problem with that, and have even been known as crafty (sort of). Anyway, a friend offered to help me decorate it so it’ll be ready to hang on our door around the Holidays. Okay,… Read More Wha — ?
NOTE: This happened about 10 years ago. The cutest little quilted, racing-jacket-looking, pink, purple, and white handbag appeared on my laptop screen. . . . I can’t even remember. Maybe on one of those “Sponsored” posts that are basically just ads on Facebook. Maybe on Coach’s Facebook page. But that’s not the point — the… Read More My Tantrum In Public, With My Husband
When I was at Behavioral Hospital, there was a group therapy in which the therapist gave us a list of negative names we have been called, and then a positive way of reframing it. We had to read the ones we circled out loud. For example: I’ve been called finicky, but really I’m a gourmet… Read More What Makes My Stomach Churn
No, I’m not going back into the hospital, thank goodness! My husband and I are celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary, which is tomorrow, March 15. The Ides of March — what could be more perfect for a couple of English majors? Lol! That was the date that Julius Caesar was fatally stabbed, at least in… Read More Bipolar Barb Will Be Back on Tue., 3/20/18
It’s good to be back, especially because it was about a 6-hour road trip both ways. My depression is beginning to cover me like a blanket again, but I hope it’s just stress from the drive this past weekend and the weekend before. We arrived at our hotel, which is about 20 miles from the… Read More The Funeral