What comes next?

Farewell

That Last Little Trip

When a heart breaks it don’t break even.
It’s interesting how some insecurities never change, no matter how long you’ve known someone.  Once upon a time I might have wondered if my husband still found me attractive.  There were some extreme years consisting of lesbian hair cuts and flourescent socks that only the truly infatuated could have overlooked.  But  these days I tend to think if he doesn’t feign a cartoon heart bounding out of his chest whenever he sees me then  he’s a frikkin’ moron (coz I am awesomely, righteously schmokin’!)  I used to twist myself in knots worrying that he thought I was an intellectual retard.  Some might say I’m smart in a stupid way(

I’ve had the time of my life.
Picture this.  It’s 1987.  A school bus packed with teenagers rumbles along a windy rainforest road. It is twilight and the kids are rowdy. Dressed in their best gear, they are headed out for a once a year experience.  Movie night at the Malanda picture theatre. The theatre is huge, the seat canvas and baggy. Rows upon rows of couples sit, snuggling and smooching. One couple in particular catches your eye. She seems a bit tough, and he’s kinda goofy. Even now though…he loves her. She rests her head on his shoulder as the house lights lower, and the movie begins. She feels the tears well as she watches

Cross Bearing Sucks!
Through the thick gravy of sleep, I can hear the chattering.  “Blah blah blah” says one.  “Blah blah blah laugh” says the other.  In my mind I hear Sonny and Cher singing “I got you babe” and have to remind myself that while I am stuck in Groundhog day, I am better looking than Bill Murray.  I reach over with frozen fingers and hit the snooze button.  “Goodbye squawkers…hear you in nine more minutes”.  In the haze and softness I assess the day ahead.  The pain in my fingers and feet tell me that the next hour will only survived through gritted teeth.  I swing my feet out of the covers, gingerly sidling towards the