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- Between swimming caps and pot, we just couldn’t let Black women have a damn moment, could we? 3 weeks ago
- “I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.” -Clarence Darrow 3 weeks ago
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Author Archives: Lissa
The HS Well
I am a middle-aged, childless, divorced woman. I have choices. I can become a crazy cat lady. I can be a bitter old scary witch-woman. I can spend my days swiping and getting dick pics. I can go on awkward … Continue reading
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Tagged back to the well, Facebook, ghosting, messaging, middle age dating, online relationship, sexting
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Revolt
A week ago I was on the beach attending a retreat. It was the end of a week of yoga, meditation, walking, healthy food, massages, working out, bare feet, sharing, honesty, acceptance, sleep, tequila, playing in the waves, and being … Continue reading
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Life
My life just ain’t workin’ for me. So, it’s time for a change. But the thing is, this life that isn’t what I want it to be is the result of a change. I know what I want, just not … Continue reading
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Tagged all of the above, financially stable, friend, gardening, helping, know what I want, learning, life, music, no promises, wanted, worthy
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Hindsight
Hindsight is a bitch. It pretends to be a friend, knowledgeable and understanding. But it’s really worse than Regina George. Making you feel stupid and foolish. It’s supposed to help you learn, make better choices in the future. But for … Continue reading
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Tagged assistance, bitch, decision, foolish, hindsight, lesson, stupid
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Comfortable
In my life I have only felt completely comfortable with two people: my father and my ex-husband. People scare me. The first panic attack I remember was in my kindergarten classroom. My mother has so many of stories of my … Continue reading
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Hope
When my ex and I lived together I always had at least 45 good minutes a day. From 5:30 to 6:15 weekday evenings. No matter what came before nor happened after, those were content moments, sometimes the best of the … Continue reading
