enjoys picking at the festering splinters of humanity


Houston, Texas, USA
January 15
Still Contemplating the Mysteries of the Universe, this dangerously analytical critical-thinker is beginning to enjoy the view from her life's predictably unpredictable path.


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MAY 28, 2014 7:47AM

Breathe....Just Breathe...

I’m typing in a Starbucks at 530 am near mid-town Houston because I have an appointment in the medical center at 7am. In a Starbucks because my full dose of Ambien wears off after about 4 hours, so I’ve been awake since 130. When MD Anderson schedules the ultrasound for you… Read full post »



The wave of violence has grown, become more grotesque and menacing. On any given day we could be informed of yet another example of human depravity. The actors in this living horror are growing beyond the usual suspects. Young white men, and one Asian, who have been raised knowing… Read full post »

I wrote tagline of this blog three years ago and it is more true now than it was then. Yes. I enjoy it. Picking at the festering splinters of humanity, the smelly pustules that society has allowed to swelter and rot. The splinter was once just a little problem which grew into/… Read full post »

MARCH 26, 2014 10:42PM

America is NOT addicted to Oil

Regarding the recent Texas spill [I cannot affirm any specific knowledge thereof], a seasoned coworker was complaining about the tone the media took of the company in general in addition to the gross distortion of facts. We could follow the activities of the legal department as news articles werRead full post »

FEBRUARY 23, 2014 12:45AM

Finding god: My Path to Atheism.

It was a slow unraveling of a comfortable yet hideous sweater.
Basically, my analytical mind untangled the mental bondage that held religious beliefs in place all this time. (However loosely. I was raised "Quasi-Catholic," but spent more time listening to Southern Baptist sermons.)

- First, I had a c… Read full post »

My first love was a girl. Do I call it love? Admiration, certainly. Respect, yes. An aching desire to know anything I could about her—emphatically so. But at the time, love was the stuff of songs and storybooks and I did not yet know the magic.

I had recently moved… Read full post »

JANUARY 15, 2014 9:19PM

Taking stock on my birthday

I am 32 years old.

I have been a legal adult for fourteen years.

I was married for four years.

I have been divorced for three years.

I have been a mother for five years.

I have not spoken to my mother for two years.

My father has been dead for… Read full post »

JANUARY 10, 2014 10:57PM

Life is Short. Love on.

I married a guy I was not in love with because I did not understand what love was.
I had been taught through cultural osmosis that marriage was the "reciprocal ownership of another human being," which, in those terms, seems barbaric. But, given the antiquated wedding traditions we still practic… Read full post »

DECEMBER 24, 2013 12:11PM

Relationship PTSD

So I went on a date last night for the first time since my divorce. I separated in August of 2010 from a guy I had known since childhood. In college, I may have gone on two actual getting-to-know-you dates, which apparently aren't memorable enough for me to get a firm… Read full post »

Saturnalia: the Ancient Roman festival to celebrate the "Rebirth of the Sun" as days will now grow longer. Ergo, a great excuse for a party in the dead of Winter.

I am one month into remission and I can attest to the fact that this is definitely an adjustment. I've read articles recently… Read full post »
NOVEMBER 30, 2013 6:33PM

Brave New World

I am no longer in the fishbowl.

The fishbowl being my term for life as a cancer patient. An invisible thing, but a barrier separating you from those who are not experiencing anything close to what you are experiencing. It even has a distorting effect on how you see the world much… Read full post »



The intensity plus duration of elation--pure happiness--stayed with me throughout work yesterday.

I told one of the first coworkers I saw that morning, "Today's my last day of treatment."

She was elated for me. "Congratulations!" She understood where I was in that moment. Her mot… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 11, 2012 3:44PM

A Child of Abraham

I don’t want to spank my kid, so I don’t. And I think that is where I have missed something in this adventure in parenting.

In the archaic scheme of things, I would be living reasonably close to my mother, who would have had an overbearing influence on my… Read full post »

NOVEMBER 9, 2012 9:26PM

Far too much fun while sober

Gritty Goddess Obstacle Course.

We ran around Moody Gardens in Galveston like a bunch of idiots. I was there with four coworkers and it was a fun "teambuilding" sort of exercise (maybe we can get company sponsorship next time). I'll just post shots of myself here.

GG 12 balance

...Obviously more of a… Read full post »

He has to answer for the 400 million dollars very publicly wasted on a campaign that failed to deliver. Stock brokers have off'd themselves over less.

Or perhaps he really is a sicko-sociopath and could care less, but his recent ramblings to say that Democrats are guilty of voter suppression&nb… Read full post »

OCTOBER 30, 2012 9:59AM

How to Make an Autistic Child

Did you know dolphins discipline their young? And not just the mother. If a youngster is out of line, any of the older dolphins will rake their teeth across his body or give him a good smack with a tail.

Dolphins are like humans in other ways, we know. They… Read full post »

OCTOBER 19, 2012 8:02PM

Ah, Facebook, I barely knew ye.

We never really got along, Facebook and I. Sure, my voyeuristic tendencies would enjoy the sampling of other people’s drama, provided they weren’t too melodramatic or annoying about it by dragging negative energies on for weeks. Provided, too, that they weren’t incessant in their co… Read full post »

OCTOBER 18, 2012 3:26PM

A Gazelle in Pre-K

Imagine for a moment that you are a Gazelle born at the San Diego Zoo. Being the San Diego Zoo, you have bountiful space to run and frolic and you never pay much thought to the weird pink and brown creatures who come to look at you. Your world is vastRead full post »

OCTOBER 16, 2012 4:20PM

Siddhartha's Horses

So you can lead a horse to water but can’t make him drink, but what if that horse is noticeably parched, and “asking” for water, yet still does not make the choice to do what is in his own best interest?

What does the horse really need if it isRead full post »

OCTOBER 10, 2012 10:49PM

Organizing Your World.

In an apartment there is a small child. This is no typical apartment and this is no typical child. The child first gathers the strength to sit up from her mat and focus on what is around her. There are stacks of paper which tower above her lining the walls of… Read full post »

OCTOBER 9, 2012 11:22PM

My First Love

My first love was a girl. Do I call it love? Admiration, certainly. Respect, yes. An aching desire to know anything I could about her—emphatically so. But at the time, love was the stuff of songs and storybooks and I did not yet know the magic.

I had recently… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 29, 2012 11:10AM

To Clarify: Self-Righteous Suicide

Had one response (to my last post) of deep concern regarding my potential psychological state.

This is what I know: today it is raining and I'm currently in downtown Houston, if a car crash takes me on my drive home, I am confident Josie will be fine, that she is loved
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SEPTEMBER 28, 2012 1:40PM

Self-righteous Suicide

I was wishing for a quick death this morning, so I ran my 3 miles as if I were actually trying to kill myself. Suddenly I feel much better. Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 27, 2012 9:54PM

...that is the question...

We have the right to breathe only because we took our first breath. But at any time, though no fault of our own, that right can be taken way. So long as we breathe, it is each of our prerogative to seek the happiest life which can be afforded to us.… Read full post »

SEPTEMBER 14, 2012 2:00PM

Taking Pictures in a Turban

I was jogging my lunch-hour run along Buffalo Bayou, toward Montrose and what I consider the "art-deco" pedestrian bridge. I saw a gentleman with a bright blue turban (what I inferred was of the Sikh variety), a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts looking intently toward the bridge--or rather through theRead full post »