Category: Ex Trailer Trash

Warning. Word vomit ahead. Hairy Loomed I’ve mentioned my heirloom ring, passed down from my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law (and father-in-law) both passed before I met my husband, and my sister-in-law didn’t know any history of the jewelry she shared with me, only that it had belonged to her mother. A couple of photos, for reference:…

Call Me Wednesday Addams G and I have been together seventeen years this month. Nearly as I can remember, he’s never seen me cry. He might – maybe – have seen me get slightly misty-eyed once or twice. I can’t even swear to that. A week ago, though, I freely admit to bawling like a…

The B&W header image for this post is one of my photos from this summer, heavily edited. The abandoned church sits in Eloy, a nearby ghost town not quite dead enough for ghosts yet, though some of its buildings would argue the point. The unedited version included a whole lot more of the chain-link fencing…

My last entry was called “When it Rains.” It seems Mother Nature took my title as a request, and went out of her way to fulfill it. We have a backyard pool, as you can see. The picture at the top of the post was taken with my cell this morning, edited for clarity and…

Part of me feels like demanding a do-over for today. Part of me shudders at the prospect of reliving a single second. Daughter was the designated Christmas-tree-putter-upper and decorator at her house. Big tree, unstable base – which collapsed the whole 8+-foot mess on top of her. Her hands got cut up trying to catch…