Imagine. You’re playing The Sims 4 and have managed to create your picture-perfect family. Sure, they’re nothing more than an algorithm, blips and bloops…maybe even sort of worthless. But they’re fun and you’ve grown to enjoy them in some far-fetched way regardless of their lack of sentient thought…or existence. Just as one of your characters…
Category: Musings and Meditations
Reinvention.
Change is good. Tough, but good.
I’m back again! For now, at least.
I thought I’d start and manage this blog of all my quirky little finds and discoveries around Rapid City and the Black Hills. But geez, life got a little too crazy on me. A few updates: 1) I finally finished all of my Undergrad work, and am excited about final grades, and my degree. I…
I’m happy, but…
Chronic pain. Not what it is, but what it does.
Gam Zu L’Tovah: The Next Chapter.
I promised myself this will be short (by my standards.) After a bout of nice, redemptive, Minot weather, I found internal peace that our Xth BOP had been denied. But it wasn’t. And the past few days, I have been overwhelmed with the reality that on my 3rd year since leaving Pennsylvania, we are leaving…
Dear whoever: I have to stop blaming you for my self doubt.
It’s been a trying few weeks. I’ve mastered yet another semester, and after looking at what’s “left” to earn a degree (not much), I’m just…going through it. Last week, I received some constructive criticism, and I was recognizably irritated by it. I’ll get to that. I’m a stay-at-home mom. I love being at home with…
“Home” For the Holidays–Four Things This Military Spouse Wants You To Know
For the first time since I packed up my Hyundai and left for North Dakota, I will be having a North Dakota Christmas. Fresh off of my husband’s six month deployment, and what has been a whirlwind of trips to Pennsylvania (either pregnant or with our young daughter), I’m…relieved. Somewhat. Things started to hit me…
The Nice Racist; When You Realize You’re Guilty
The events of Charlottesville brought me here. But it didn’t start with that. It didn’t start with every single microagression I’ve experienced. It didn’t even start with the out and out hostility and racism my daughter and I experienced. She’s only one y’all. I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the fence that…