We’ve all had those friends before — the ones who need us more than we need them. The ones who are always having some sort of crisis. They’re especially abundant on Facebook, where they’re bound to get all kinds of attention.
I call them emovamps — emotional vampires.
Emovamps are not necessarily bad people. They can even start out as good friends. But they’ll suck the life out of you if you let them. (more…)
You know that Mother Goose rhyme about the day of the week you were born? It goes something like: “Monday’s child is full of face. Tuesday’s child is full of grace. Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Thursday’s child has far to go. Friday’s child has to work for a living. Saturday’s child is happy and giving. But the child who’s born on the Sabbath day is merry and blithe and glad always.”
I was always intrigued by that poem. Especially since my dad was born on a Monday, my brother on a Tuesday, my mother on a Wednesday, and I was the Thursday’s child. That whole “far to go” thing has always intrigued me. So I did what I do when I’m intrigued. I wrote about it. And here’s what happened. I thought it was incredibly appropriate for this new year.
Journey On, Thursday’s Child
Thursday’s child has far to go,
(At least that’s what they say.)
And I wonder what that means.
Far to go.
Far to go in what way? (more…)
This year, my husband kept asking me what I wanted for Christmas. I told him I didn’t want anything. It’s been a roller coaster year for me and I just couldn’t think of some present-like thing he could buy for me. Most of what I want are things that will (or might) come later: I want a quiet place to write. I want two cats (I just recently got past wanting the other one back. It took a while but I got there.). I want a writing career (that was also something I just admitted to myself this year). But those are not things that come in a nice pretty box. So I told him I didn’t want a present. And I honestly meant it.