#SoCS: I Need a Cape

First thing, right off the bat, I need sun. More sun. In the past three weeks, it’s been mighty scarce. I think we had one day where it came out for about 20 minutes and another day this week when it would filter itself behind a cloud, shine bright for a few minutes, then go back under the clouds. This may be the reason why I feel a bit lethargic of late. If it were not for the pandemic, NatashaRead more

#WATWB: Love in Writing

A month or so ago, I was lamenting to good friend and roommate Natasha about how I missed volunteering due to the pandemic. I missed the people contact and serving the local community. Soon after, Natasha sent me a link that would allow me to be a pen pal to an elderly woman in an assisted living or nursing facility. I let that go at the time for reasons that required justification and laziness. This past week, I thought aboutRead more

Following Mr. King’s Advice

“If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” ― Stephen King When I took part in a poetry class at the local University Extension back in April and May, the instructor told us a number of times to read poetry more often than write poetry. For the reason that teacher and Stephen King stated – having the tools to write – I decided to make it a missionRead more

Kindred with the Beaver

A co-worker’s Sarah Boynton desk calendar said it all last week. There are days when I am kindred with the beaver, except I’m usually holding more than two branches. Sometimes I juggle the branches. Sometimes I want to burn the branches. Sometimes I want to throw the branches down and run away. But I’m a public employee who aspires to do her best every day, no matter how many projects they throw at me, and get the job done. IRead more

Low Expectations

“I have high hopes for later this week.” That’s what a co-worker stated in an email two weeks ago, believing that she would wrap up all of her loose ends by that Friday. It would be her last day before moving on to a new job. Just what makes that little old ant Think she’ll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can’t Move a rubber tree plant But she’s got high hopes, she’s got high hopes She’sRead more

The Season of Orange Barrels & Evil Concrete

A friend of mine, who lives near Chicago, posted this on her Facebook page: It’s officially Hell/Summer in Illinois. It’s over 50 degrees and every (#$%^*@$) possible route to work is under construction – even the ‘long way.’ Kill me now. I chuckled to myself. Quite loudly. I’m in the same boat. As soon as the snow melts and the temperatures hit a respectable high in Wisconsin, the proliferation of orange barrels and detours cause drivers to swear over theRead more