Friday Night Brain Dump.
Jesus, Snap. Again? Yup. It’s 2020. And I feel like a pair of sweatpants well past their prime. Heart’s on Fire. Well, it’s racing, anyway. My iWatch tells me my resting heart rate is in the 90s. Ugh. Less Really is More. The older I get, and the deeper I dive into the bowels of…
Scribble Part II.
1. I feel itchy. 2. Raj is perched on my leg like the beautiful gargoyle she is. 3. The Sweet Husband is about to pour us Hudson Valley beers that were delivered to our house tonight. Because apparently that’s a thing now. Maybe dreams do come true. 4. Fuck. (scratches her inflamed skin) It’s like.…
1. I’m tired. 2. But I also had an iced caramel macchiato around 3:30 and drank almost all of it. 3. The Last Man on Earth is our nightly salve for society’s ills. (Yet, the virus stuff hits a little close to home at times.) 4. I have a bit of Writer’s Block. 5. Yo.…
Three Tiny Victories.
Hey hey hey! Look who’s posting at this late hour! Awake past 10:30?! Snap’s living on the edge, yo. And since I’m here—more or less to make myself feel good about posting something—I may as well focus on the good. Today’s Three Tiny Victories: 1. I did not succumb to my Usual Sunday Blues. Almost…
Sometimes I like to think about the little moments. I think about how many moments are strewn across the minutes and hours of our lives. I like to think about people an ocean or two away, waking up, giving a yawn, and creaking down the stairs for a cup of morning coffee. I think about…
Every moment of every day is filled with energy. Happiness. Sadness. Exhilaration. Apathy. Life. Death. The only control I have in this world lies within my own self. Think about that. My mind. My body. My actions. For every day we awake and arise, we sow a little seed that will one day bloom. May…
Poem 6. Written by SnapDragon X. deep down there is a quiet calm a story an open ear a wrinkled hand softly grasping in love. . . . SnapDragon is an artist who is still a little bit afraid of The Deep End. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
Clean Hands, Fresh Face.
Hello, Old Friend. I know, I know. I really shit the bed with my plans to post everyday. I could rattle off all of the reasons why I skipped this past week, but I feel like that’d be boring and counterproductive to the idea of moving onward. (And upward, of course.) So anyway. Here we…
Bites of Books, Yo.
SnapDragon shares her scattered, bite-sized-bits of reading. Hi! It’s time for Book-of-the-Month, yo! Oh, wait. I, um, (coughs) haven’t finished a book since I don’t know when. (starts crying) And so, I’ll fill you in on my three-page-at-a-time, four-books-at-once journey as of late: Hood Feminism (Mikki Kendall, 2020) I saw this on a suggested reading…
A Collection of Magical Moments.
Lady Snap appreciates the little things, yo. (And the not-so-little). A Good Day to you, my Dear Reader. And greetings from Snap and Sweet Husband’s Study, which is adorned with architect-like, chalkboard-drawing wallpaper. Pendleton comforter. Window admitting a delicious array of morning sun. I’ve got coffee breath, and chocolate donut taste on my tongue. The…