tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81917092011-04-21T23:14:24.461-05:00"Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you -- gently, with love, and hand your life back to you." -- Tennessee WilliamsLRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16904161595350055915noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8191709.post-1154249719943011602006-07-30T03:55:00.000-05:002006-07-30T03:55:19.950-05:00

mossy bank, c 2006copyright 2005

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Wow, a lot has happened in the last few months. I was selected to hang a solo show of my digital paintings at the Charleston County Library's art gallery for a month. It took lots of time (and money) but it went up on schedule, July 1, and I will take it down tomorrow, July 31. This thing of being an artist vs. being an unemployed librarian is tricky navigation, especially since my first solo

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Wow, I didn't realized how long it had been since I added a post. In the range of sliding sanity, I sort of, well...slid off. Plop. Too many balls in the air. Too many changes. Too many things gone wrong.MONEY...bye...come back when you can...SERIOUS PSYCHIATRIC HELP...Mr. Watson, come here...I need you...(That was my Alexander Graham Bell impersonation, for those of you who didn't recognize it)

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BAD memoriescopyright 2005

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The problem with having bipolar disorder is...well, that you have bipolar disorder. The symptoms come and go. For a while I may even forget. Put three good days in a row and watch me start a new art piece. Or start to write. Overall, though, everyone I 've met who has it...from support groups, from friends, from family all agree it sucks, squared.I collect suicide plans. It takes up less room

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spring walk at the nestcopyright 2005

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Family can be a tricky thing.On the one hand, they're a part of you. Their blood is mine. Getting together at Christmas (or funerals) has a familiar intimacy. Unlike most, my family's political leanings are all the same. Wasn''t always true. But we got rid of the dissidents. And there are some really bright, witty folks, so the discussions always are a hoot.But you notice I said I see them only

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puppy lustcopyright 2005

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You know who you are. The world is divided into two groups--dog lovers and bad people. Just kidding... (sort of).I am a confessed dog lover. The greatest number of dogs I have had at one time is four--two labs, a dobe, and a chow chow. It was almost perfect except that my chow expected to be boss and got really pissed when she wasn't. My ex and I were maimed several times breaking up dog

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Max

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This is about dogs. Or depression. Or both.My dog Max was seriously ill this week. Of course, no one is sure what was wrong, even after $400 of blood work and x-rays. Most likely he had a GI infection. His digestion has always been his weak spot.So I spent a lot of the week worried that he would die, had cancer, would slip away, just like my Rosie did. I tried to worry out of his range as he is

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you

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as i watch you sleepi lookat the road map that isyour facei study the creases and valleysintentlyhoping to divine thetrips you've madethe major journeysbut also the side trips--unexpected pleasuresi wonder whether i amreflected in the furrowof your brow or thelaugh lines at the cornersof your eyesor bothif the grey hairs thatframe your face come fromunkind words ordays well spentif the softness

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Is it a good day? L Ravenwood

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What would it feel to not have my dark twin? She's never far away, I know that from experience, although I may not see her for long periods of time. And then, as inexplicably as she departed, I feel her presence again. I may not like her but she is familiar. When the darkness descends, I feel a lethargy, a heaviness that makes leaving my room nearly impossible to fathom. The world of color

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peppermint twist 4

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I was reared in the Christian tradition; my belief system isn't supported by that faith any longer and so I don't celebrate Christmas. It's much less troubling being alone at Christmas than, say, looking out the window in an area of the country where the temperature should be in the high 50's to see a mixture of rain, sleet, and snow. The Weather Channel says it feels like 17 degrees. That seems

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Hmmm...I have three stories in the hopper. One is a Christmas rant, one is about my grandmother--yeah, well you never met her, so you don't know how funny that one will be. The third is about the day I got arrested. That one's pretty funny too, only I just found out I have an actual record, so it's a little bit less funny than it was. And I'm still in stage three of post-election grief. I may

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eye of god

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world aflame

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christmas bizarre

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sun streaming in my window

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I've had that silly Mary Cheney here since just before the election. It's annoying that she's still here, but I'm working through the five stages of grief and I seem to be stuck in stage 3. Until I finish grieving and move on to my Christmas Rant, look at the pretty pictures. And don't complain. LR

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blue shell

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charlotte in wonderland

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up at midnight

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nightmares

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Mary sucks up

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Mary Cheney is a lesbian. There's still a couple in their seventies in Wisconsin that doesn't know. What a shame that poor Mary is being used as a pawn, not by Kerry and Edwards, but by her own family. But wait, isn't she, like, 35? So I want to know, is Mary really being USED by her own family and party or is she part of the deceit? When we first heard of her, she was working for Coors as their

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Callie Bird

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So I'm a dog person. Joe, Fifi, Happy, Lu, Amy, Chi Chi, Rosie, Sophie, Greta, Nona, now Max. Also cats. Zelda, Abbie, Vincent, Pumpkin, Loren, Miller, Jenny, Murray, Hattie, Amy (again), Mary Margaret, Sarah, Sue, Emily. Turtles, salamanders, hermit crabs. All nameless. Also brief. Finches in grad school. One that lasted the entire program, then a series of companions for it. Only now do I

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gimme a minute, will ya?

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icu

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social security has lost all my paperwork and i have to file it all again... i didn't make it to the gym....a check for $4 bounced and it cost another $30. why does this feel so familiar? my bird yelled too much today. it was the 10th anniversary of my brother's death.... next week will be the 10th anniversary of my first looney bin trip. i'm not sure--was he the lucky one? a conversation i

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dark velvet arms

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suicide lives in the dark she has a calm velvet voice when she calls my name and she sounds enticing, sultry, carnal almost when she calls to me again and again i want to go to her, to be in her stillness her silky arms wait to hold me softly there in her dark her silky arms wait to catch me as i freefall down quiet i imagine quiet and dark an abeyance of dis-ease she would soothe me with

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When I was two, my mother gave me a dog and named it after my father, who she had just divorced. In a single act, she taught me to love dogs and distrust men. I was an adult YEARS before I got the full irony of the joke; it was days before I stopped laughing. It did, however, make me appreciate the true loyalty of a good dog. My father came from old money, a German heritage, and an iron

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me & joe

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