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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2014.12
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Notes from the Red Bird House. December 3, 2014. So, what does my intuition feel like? Let me give you an example - Once upon a time I thought a pretty girl at the gym was watching me. I chalked it up to wishful thinking. Afterall, I'd been watching her. In the coroboration phase I learned that she had been watching me. Spooky, I know. PS We won't talk about all the girlfriends I knew were cheating. I'd rather bask in the good news. I knew it! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm a woman who defies definition...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: Tipping Points
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Notes from the Red Bird House. June 16, 2015. This past weekend my girlfriend and I celebrated our one year anniversary. One year. Granted to most people this isn't a significant achievement. I have many friends who have been in multiple relationships that spanned five, ten, or even twenty years. For me, though, it's nearly uncharted territory. You see, I'm now in only the. I'm forty-six years old. There are sixteen year olds with better dating history. My bad dating history can't all be me, can it?
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Notes from the Red Bird House: A BullShit Free Life
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Notes from the Red Bird House. August 10, 2015. A BullShit Free Life. In case you think that this blog is going to be definitive source on how to attain a bullshit free life, guess again. Fuck me, I wish it was. Why? Because then I wouldn't be mired in bullshit. I think I'm writing now as therapy. Pure therapy. Yep, I am and I have 525 FB 'friends'. I prefer the people in my life to be virtual. Why? I know what I have to do. 2) Become a hermit (more of one than I already am) and place trust in no one.
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2013.03
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Notes from the Red Bird House. March 26, 2013. 27,400 29,800. She had things to do, plans to make, and here she was with a little more than an hour before the day was totally shot. Sam stood in front of the drink cooler and thought about her options. A Monster Rehab and a protein bar? Or the McDonalds next door? 8220;Kate, I gotta do what I gotta do. If it means talking to Holly, so be it.”. 8220;Well, thank God” Sam said as she clicked to view Holly’s profile. Everyone can see everything? 8220;This is t...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2013.10
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Notes from the Red Bird House. October 5, 2013. Go Blue (a creative writing class exercise). Beer and wine. Pancakes and blueberry syrup. Grilled cheese and tomato soup. This was game day. Next year he'd start teaching Bo. Bo Brady Harbaugh Gray. His son. Future quarterback for the University of Michigan Wolverines. Go Blue. October 3, 2013. For everything I don't know, I know with certainty that we are. We are. One moment were weren't and then we were. And we still are. So maybe we aren't a coincidence&...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2013.04
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Notes from the Red Bird House. April 30, 2013. Most people I know are constantly in the process of acquiring. New cell phones, cars, girlfriends, houses, shoes, bigger TVs, faster computers, better this, bigger that. I'm not sure why they want what they want. Status? Well, what do you do at brunch? I don't know about anyone else, but I consume at brunch. And usually far more than I should. Yep, boring stuff to keep my car running. I know I'm boring. I am. I'm different and I'm boring. But I k...Great que...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2015.06
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Notes from the Red Bird House. June 29, 2015. Time to Hit the Backhand. I'm going to start this one with a tennis analogy. I know, right? Seriously, though, bear with me and keep reading. I promise it'll be worth it once we get where we're going. I started emulating Sam's game on the court. My forty-something year old shoulder couldn't quite hack the big kick serve, but my forehand was another story. I started running around my backhand and hitting huge inside out forehands. And then it didn't. 4 Fear of...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2014.03
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Notes from the Red Bird House. March 5, 2014. Silence. Today it's been my friend. I don't know what to think much less what to say. I'm done for now and just want to be insulated. I don't want to explain or have it explained to me. More than anything, I guess, I don't want to hear it. It? Yeah, it. I don't what 'it' is but I know for a fact that I don't want to know anything about it. For now, though, I'm going back to silence. Enough words. Enough words. March 4, 2014. A dream come true? No, just one of...
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Notes from the Red Bird House: 2014.05
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Notes from the Red Bird House. May 31, 2014. And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time.". For so long we were inseparable. If we weren't together literally, we were together figuratively via text, Facebook, and email. She was my best friend, my girlfriend, my person. She was what made sense of my world, made me laugh, made me feel beautiful. In as much as I never wanted anyone to be everything, she was damn close. God damn close. I don't know how I can do without. I hate that...