I've said it many times before. Share your stories, make others aware of the prevalence of the many liberties taken with women without their consent. The first step in changing the rape culture in our society. Now there is a social media trend asking women (and even men!) to make their statuses say "Me Too"… Continue reading Hashtag MeToo
The lovely Kirascibbled challenged me to do a 7 day black-and-white photo series - a post a day of photos from my life. “Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life. No people. No explanation. Challenge someone new each day.” Because I'm busy and quite possibly also lazy, I am breaking the rules… Continue reading 7 day photo challenge
I've been sitting here for an hour, one sentence written - since deleted. I've had this vague sense of what I would write about, but it's hard to express the swirling thoughts about it in my head. I've had the passing thought about the topic for a few days, and then today I stumbled upon… Continue reading God, just move on already, Emma!
My grandpa died this past week. Yup, that's what's up with me. He passed in the early hours on Tuesday, Oct 5th. I was notified the evening before that the hospice personnel was of the opinion that he was actively dying, so it wasn't a shock when my mum called me at 2 or so… Continue reading Vila i Frid, Grandpa
Today, in honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, I am sharing an old friend's abuse story, these are her words as she shared them with me. Her identity is purposely withheld. People seem to think if someone abuses you then that must have been that way your whole relationship, when usually that’s not the case.… Continue reading He Out Weighed Me by at Least 100 Lbs
My sisterface is blogging again finally… Her most recent one is good… Check it out!
You’re just minding your own business and then next thing you know, you’re picking at your fingers. It’s subconscious yet somehow you are fully aware and can’t stop. You want to rip off all of the dead skin because, much like your inner demons, you can’t stand to feel it clinging to you. To your new, fresh skin. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have perfect skin? Then, you start to bleed because you picked at them too much. It hurts, and you get frustrated. Now they look ugly…
Now, you’re all too conscious of your accelerating heart beat. You ask yourself why your chest feels so tight. It’s suffocating. No amount of fresh air or deep breathing can take the feeling away. There’s no reason for this. So you question your sanity and hope it will go away. “This is stupid. What’s wrong with me? You’re OK. Just calm down.”…
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In honor of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which starts this weekend, I did a poll on my facebook to gauge how many of my facebook friends had been assaulted or experienced domestic violence/abuse. The majority that answered were not cases I already knew about, so you'd think that would be surprising. Perhaps I have become… Continue reading It Ceases To Surprise Me
Two days until October, and you know what that means! No, no... well... yes, Halloween; but that's not what I'm here to talk about this evening. It was brought to my attention today that here in America, October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. One of the other blogs I follow (When I Thought I was… Continue reading Domestic Violence Awareness Month
I'm supposed to be doing homework, and housework, and hey - writing! But instead I am sitting watching too many episodes of That 70s Show on Netflix. I've had this blog post open to edit for a couple of hours, but only just started... Geez I'm lazy today. I'll blame it on the heat, as… Continue reading That Got The Writer In Me Thinking
Karl Olov Englund was a large man with a full beard who worked in an iron factory during the week and was a Lutheran priest on the weekend. Olov was married to a lady named Emma Augusta and they had ten children, five of these children emigrated to the USA - one of which, Helga,… Continue reading From our ancestors come our names…
It’s become popular in the English-speaking world to reference the Danish word “Hygge,” a somewhat untranslatable word as far as we English speakers go – a word that does not have a direct single word translation in our language. A mystery, perhaps, why we never thought to have our own word for such an activity,… Continue reading Danish Hygge Vs Swedish Mysa
I feel like a whiner. I don't like being sick, I don't like feeling like I shouldn't feel as bad as I do... But I do. I think I told you all about my kidney stone, right? Almost three weeks ago now I was in the emergency room getting diagnosed for the first time with… Continue reading This Too Shall Pass – Like a Kidney Stone
The thing is, for many years, I built up my walls and buried emotions deep down... I'd remain calm and like a duck out of water, I'd let a whole lot of stuff roll off my back. Eventually my suppressed emotions would bubble over until I breathed fire if and when certain people stepped over… Continue reading I’ve Caught The Feels
Finally, FINALLY! I got to go back to a Ren Faire! As I mentioned yesterday, my husband and I made last minute plans to travel to a Renaissance Faire in Kenosha, WI this weekend after my weekend suddenly cleared up. We went to the Bristol Renaissance Faire first thing today after traveling down yesterday and… Continue reading Ren Faire – 20 years later!
I took my own advice yesterday and marched into my boss' office after my shift and informed her I would not be returning this morning. I had originally gave her a month's notice which would have had my last shift be this coming Monday... but I was convinced to stay on as casual after that… Continue reading Sunday Night Blues; the second edition
"Thank you..." I said quietly. He answered that I was welcome as he continued to spread a sheet over me and tuck me in. "You take such good care of me," I said; my voice cracking and my eyes welling up with tears, "I love you." He looked at me with concern, holding my hand… Continue reading Vaguely Nauseated
I read some advice recently; somewhere in the vast expanse of the web, that said something to the effect of "Don't settle for a job that gives you the Sunday night blues." Those of you that may work seven days a week and think to yourself "What does Sunday night have to do with anything?"… Continue reading Sunday Night Blues
I posted my last post 15 days ago, so wordpress tells me. I feel like such a bum. My desire to write and keep up with my blog has been thwarted by schedule and obligation. I have nothing better to describe to you today than what the heck has been going on to keep me… Continue reading 15 days
"How many towels, d'you think we need?" I asked my partner. "I dunno... Six?" "Hmmmm," I said before reaching out and grabbing handfuls of towels, washclothes, and a hospital gown. "This should be plenty." We both sighed, and turned back out of the linen closet. As we got to her room, I turned again to… Continue reading Fly free, Ada.
I am pretty sure when I moved to Wisconsin on January 1st, I promised I'd show you - my faithful readers - around my house. I keep putting it off because my house is in general too much of a mess... But it is in decent shape currently... sooo... About time I'd say. Only took… Continue reading “Where’s Waldo?” Or, Emma has a lot of… Thingamajigs