Why do you choose your pain If you only knew How much I love you, Love you I won’t be your winter I won’t be anyone’s excuse to cry and we can be forgiven And I will be here. Old picture on the shelf Well it’s been there for a while Frozen image of ourselves …
Author: everythinglovelyandgood
A person must know they have said something offensive when they follow a their comment up with: oh, I hope that didn’t offend you that there comment was likely offensive?
It’s official… I’m a New Englander.. again and am over the moon about it. Lover and I made the 500 mile journey on July 14th 2012. It all fell together rather quickly, within 90 days really. First the amazing job came (for her) and after two visits up north she had the deal sealed. The …
I’ve stirred myself into quite the fine drink today. I’ve felt anxious, sad and worried since yesterday. There are a multitude of things going on in my life now and it seems that they are all on the list of top ten stressors. I can’t complain because I know that the end result of it …
It’s funny what memories can do to you. I had breakfast with Lynn, my late best friend Carrie’s mother on my birthday back in February. My gift from her was her company and three photographs of my beloved girl. Two were photos of us together. The photo below stopped me in my tracks. Made my …
I am relaxing in a quiet, cozy home drinking a glass of nice wine (Rascal, a Pinot Noir from Oregon) and listening to Damien Rice. Lover is out for drinks with a friend and I am contemplating a eulogy for my carnival goldfish that lived for 7 full years. I won that damn goldfish at …
• restful and productive weekends • a clean house • quiet time among the trees • the joy and tastiness of REAL food. • good finds at the thrift store • courage (to take risks) • my lover and best friend Jennifer
Last Sunday would have been my friend Carrie’s 34th birthday. I felt emotional and sad and wanted desperately to just pull the covers up and hide for the entire day. I didn’t know how to handle it. My boss, an amazing woman suggested sending her a card; so I did. It was a comedy of …
If you are who you hang with and you don’t hang with many does that mean you are an original? Just thinkin’
This old house
I used to live here. I cried, laughed, broke in and out, fell in love…or what I thought was love, healed, fell apart and really lived.
I’m nostalgic today. Right now as I type I am parked in the old driveway and somewhere on the wind I hear my best friends laughter from a long long time ago.
everything lovely & good 