Author Archives: Della
Chickpea to Cook A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot where it’s being boiled. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ The cook knocks him down with the ladle. ‘Don’t you try to jump out. You think … Continue reading
I finally figured out I need to quit whining, quit feeling sorry for myself, and to quit blaming someone else for the mess I’m in. I finally figured out I need to pucker up, take full responsibility and fucking do … Continue reading
I’m in deep. It’s worse than I admit to myself. I need a solution.
I find myself in a reoccurring pattern where this time year always brings deep reflection, thoughts of my past lives and struggle with depression. I always try to prepare for it rather brace myself against the onslaught and secretly hope … Continue reading