Miss SugarCookie

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This stream of consciousness is intended to be an unfiltered account of my journey to fight my way to a healthier, happier life. One day at a time, one step at a time, one organically-grown-emotionally-raw blog post at a time…

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2020-11-29 Rounding Up and Rounding Out

Every morning I get at least two new-to-me poems in my email in-box. About a week ago I decided that since I’m tired of writing about The same-old-same-old AND seem to be Most inspired to write Creatively after reading new material that I would use these little nuggets as a jumping off points for new…
2020-11-28 The Clandestine Miss SugarCookie Miraculously Finds Five Hundred Followers

Loving this long weekend so far. Really letting myself get into all of this Christmas business and doing it all just the way I’d want to do it if I was alone on the island. Alone in the castle. Alone with only myself to please. But I’m still doing the dishes, to keep the natives…
2020-11-27 Save Room for Pie 🥧

Lots of folks lament about not being able to spend time with family for the holiday, or maybe lament isn’t the right word. We’re past lamenting and have arrived at heavy sigh. Truth is, though, I’m grateful for not having to go to some family gathering. I’m sure I’m not alone in that sentiment. How…
2020-11-26 Rock Out With Your Turkey Out

I’m cooking the traditional today, for the 3 or so other people who also live here and want to partake. 3 people with picky palates and tummies and are used to getting exactly what they want and when. Today.. at the Castle, I’m making it all about me. I’m cooking food that I like to…
2020-11-24 Aunt Jemima and Her Storied History

Among conversations I had two weeks ago during a session where Jim and I poured through some of my 30 year old poetry was a quick detour to google the soon-to-disappear figure of Aunt Jemima. Wikipedia offered us a fairly thorough history of the advertising beauty based on once easily accepted stereotypes. She was not…
2020-11-23 From Procrastination to Motivation and Beyond

Success so far today. And now I’m back on the treadmill because I can. I did something I’ve been procrastinating (sending GLR declines) and making a dent actually fueled me with motivation to move on a few other things as well. I had sent in my residency workshop materials but there were a few very…
2020-11-22 Flip to B Square

It’s been a good couple of days. I feel satisfied. I’m adding up my stats today, to report out to my accountability buddy how I did this week and it looks like a pretty “meh.” But still I feel ok. Ok is pretty good, you know, all things considered. 🤷‍♀️ I have to be kind…
2020-11-19 And Just Like Snap…

Nothing like getting news that wrecks the day. That was 1pm yesterday. I ignored a call from my ex-husband in the AM. One call gets dismissed automatically, because of conditioned behavior. I’ve learned that whatever that first call is, wait, and it could resolve itself, or simmer down, or be a possible a mistake/butt dial…
2020-11-18 Disappearing Acts

Another day alive is another day to try to get it right. All-in-all, I feel pretty good about how yesterday turned out despite some frustrating parenting moments. I don’t want to bore droning on about sleep, yadda-yadda-woof-woof, but three nights in a row of good sleep can’t be a fluke right? The CBD thing could…
2020-11-17 You Wanna Know Why?…

… I like writing this blog? Because I can write anything I want and nobody can tell me not to. I mean, they can tell me not to or advise against it or whatever, but I can do it anyway. To hell with them. Telling someone to go to hell means nothing when it comes…
2020-11-17 It’s a Trap

Four points of data begin to form a jagged curve that appears to be going up. The first two nights with my new sleep trial were inconclusive as the results were not great but potentially skewed by external factors. The last two night, I hope, are the start of a trend. When testing a theory…
2020-11-16 The Distance is Taking a Toll

I can’t reach my oxygen mask. Blurry, I stretch toward yellow and white plastic dangling near me. But its A rotten banana peel hanging from an empty Wal-Mart sack. It turns brown as the tips of my fingers poke at it, trying to get a grip. I read a poem about a boy revered by…