Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. 

This morning I did a search for a phrase in my blog collection. I was was wondering if I had ever written a piece about Fat Her’s Day.  For some reason, this post showed up.

Source: Comfort. A Peace of my Mind.

Feel free to click the link and read it. Or just keep reading here. I’m not really sure why that one matched, but I’m glad it did. It helped me recognize that I have been numbing with food for a few days. It’s not comfort. It’s numbing. Just masking discomfort. Continue reading “Comfort. A Peace of my Mind. Better than Fat Her’s Day. “

A Walk in the Words.

A Walk in the Words.

Frass. That’s the word of the day. It’s all over the woods to the point of it sounding like rain. But it’s not. Well, it’s not snot (reaching into the past about 45 years). It’s the droppings of leaf eating larvae. In this case, Gypsy moth caterpillars. Yuck. Not to sass a frass, but if you go into the woods today you’re in for a big surprise. It’s not a teddy bear picnic. It’s a caterpillar feeding and frassing frenzy. Continue reading “A Walk in the Words.”