Welcome to My Refinished Space

I'm in my soft era. I want to write about my creative endeavors, marriage, motherhood, and Catholic faith. Of course I'll still write about submission, and also the Bipolar Disorder I struggle with. This is an honest diary. But I don't want as much acerbic content here as I have had in the past. I … Continue reading Welcome to My Refinished Space

Taking It Easy

I'm easing back into life today, though my soul is still aching and I'm tired. But life carries on. Luckily I don't have to cook today because we have leftovers of the vegetarian butter chicken my husband made over the weekend. I'm running some bedding in the wash. I may paint. I know I will … Continue reading Taking It Easy

Hard Week

I can't write about how hard the past week has been. I'm grateful we got our power back after about two days. To my knowledge, no lives were lost in Typhoon Sinlaku. But mentally it has been an unmedicated, jagged hellscapes of rigid prongs of anxiety digging into my body, and my will to live … Continue reading Hard Week

Autobiography in Colors

I was 11. I had a neon orange shirt from The Limited Too and dayglo orange shorts from the same trendy tween store, and I paired them together. I was aware this was an unusual fashion choice, but my goal was to inhabit, inbibe, imbue myself with, and commune with the essense of orange and … Continue reading Autobiography in Colors