Month: May 2020

After diving into the messy circumstance that happens to throw itself at our feet, in some circles we say: it's just another fuckin' "opportunity" (insert air quotes here). I suppose that's what this is. Right? I mean, I started this blog so I could have a place to come and write when I felt full… Continue reading Walking the talk

I realized throughout my time here in these pages that I've never really introduced myself. I've alluded to bits of my story, hinting at some trouble with physical and mental illness. But I haven't given you an overview. So. Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Marisa. I am a 41-year old woman who… Continue reading Who am I?

I don't really want to be here tonight, in front of the computer, staking claim to this page. My dog, Minnie, is next to me drying off from the bath I just gave her. And I was about to go back to Netflix, a reward for "getting things done" this afternoon. This morning I woke… Continue reading I suppose I did have something to say