Category Archives: Personal Life

My Life to Order

I am a great one for making lists.  No, really, I am.  The problem is in implementing the items on my list, but I find that a deadline really helps.  So.  If you recall, I wrote four things that I want to do with my life right now.  I was pretty broad about the list,… Continue Reading

Stalking the Enemy

It is funny, to me, anyway, that I am blogging about sleep rather than actually trying to sleep.  As I have documented in the past, I have a very rocky history with Lord Morpheus.  In fact, I have written a novel about it, including many of my more outre dreams in the three-hundred page epic.… Continue Reading

Destination Unknown

First, your video for the day.  It’s Destination Unknown by Missing Persons.  Why?  Because. Second, I’m going to tell you a little story.   Once upon a time, I used a typewriter.  I know, I know, so quaint!  I thought it was a big deal when I got a typewriter that had the key you… Continue Reading

Useful Navel Gazing

So.  At the ripe old age of 38, I am embarking on the next phase of my life.  I don’t quite know how I’m going to do this as all my old coping mechanisms are outmoded, and I am slow to develop new ones. For a long time, I resisted having a positive outlook on… Continue Reading

I Matter, Part Deux

Ok.  In the last post, I detailed how I realized I mattered in relation to the abortion issue.  Go read it.  I’ll wait. Now, I am going to expand on it a bit as I cross over into my personal life.  As is my way, I’m going to tell you a long, meandering story about… Continue Reading

I Matter

I matter.  You matter.  We all matter.  Right now, though, I’m going to talk about the first one.  Why?  Because for far too long, I haven’t thought that I mattered.  Not in a global sense (such as, where do I fit in this world).  Not in a societal sense (such as, I am no benefit… Continue Reading

An Elegy for…Me

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to pass the mourning of Minna E. Hong.   Now, of course, I am not dead–otherwise this would be a pretty freaky post.  However, I am slowly letting go of the me that I have been for the last fifteen years or so.  You see, after I graduated… Continue Reading

Life is But a Dream

This is MY brain, and you’re only peeking into it.   As I have blogged about before, I dream a lot.  I remember at least one dream a night, and my dreams are, with very few exceptions, nightmares.  Last night’s dream was no exception, but it was a strange sort of nightmare.  Therefore, I am… Continue Reading