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Shades of Blue and Green

observations, conversations and mental health - or lack thereof

Last Build Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2012 14:27:50 +0000


Wow. That felt great.

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 14:27:50 +0000

I have no idea if any of you guys are still out there. I hope you’re doing well if so. Me? I honestly don’t know how “I” am doing. My mind is so full of news and noise and nothing. I feel this compulsion to stay up to date with information, but really, it’s just the […]

Turns out, to be a writer, you must actually write.

Mon, 21 May 2012 15:44:58 +0000

A few months ago I received an e-mail from the incredible Joann (Laundry Hurts My Feelings) – would I be interested in going to the DFW Writers’ Conference? Within 10 minutes I had a ticket charged to my credit card. Shocking really, since the last seat-of-the-pants thing I’ve done was cut off all my hair right before my wedding. […]

Sunday and Ryan.

Fri, 09 Mar 2012 14:45:31 +0000

Good morning my loves. I guess the rumors were true. Google did screw over non-Blogger bloggers with the removal of Google Friends Connect. Oh well. List of reasons why I hate that company grows. A list of things I love? Right now, this woman is on top – Sunday at Adventures in Extreme Parenthood. She […]

Tales from the gallery.

Mon, 09 Jan 2012 12:03:09 +0000

January 2012. Regretfully, I find myself in a similar position as January 2011 – standing sentinel for a dear friend burying a spouse. Though both experiences involve the loss of a beloved, the two situations are as different as night and day – one, an expected and somewhat welcomed passing after an exhausting battle with cancer. The other, a horrific auto accident […]

A wish for a friend.

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 02:14:57 +0000

Drinks, dessert, doorway dance. Experiences of long ago. Then tonight. Doors opened, doors held, doors no longer slammed shut. Teenage wanting wound tight in a stretched and scarred body. Music, from inside her head, maybe the other room. … “who’s got their claws in you my friend…into your heart I’ll beat again…” Tell tale. Who knew it […]

My road to Hell is going to be so pretty.

Fri, 02 Dec 2011 14:39:44 +0000

So. How you doing? Kids treating you well? Weather not too cold? Good, good. So. About that whole NaNoWriMo thing. Well. Here’s the deal. I totally bagged on it. I know, I know, but let me entertain you with the list of things I did get done in November: 1. Painted dining room Dark Granite. […]

Send gummi bears.

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 17:51:31 +0000

I tripped and hit my head. Therefore, I’m doing this… Again. I know. See you folks Dec. 1. Until then, I’ll leave you with… You’re welcome. If I pinky swear to design my leading man around Paul, do you promise to read my tripe? XO – Ash

Black hole.

Fri, 21 Oct 2011 11:37:53 +0000

12 hiding in conference room, 3rd flr, nw corner. 3 severely wounded. X-employee Steven Phillips shooting. Hurry. For this week’s Red Writing Hood prompt, we’re inviting you to truly scare us. Here’s what you’ll need to do: Compose a post in the form of a text–160 characters. Your text must elicit or express fear. Though this […]

Son of a rich.

Fri, 14 Oct 2011 00:51:05 +0000

“Mama,” Evan whispers. “Tell me a story about when I was a baby, please.” I snuggle up behind him on the mattress his father and I once shared and sigh, knowing that what he really means is he wants a story about Before. “Oh sweet baby boy, it’s late. How ’bout we just say our prayers?” This […]

Study Break.

Fri, 07 Oct 2011 02:02:24 +0000

The flinch when ice-cold seat belt meets shoulder blade is quickly dismissed as his mouth finds hers. He tastes of Mountain Dew and Twizzlers and Polo and so much more than flavor of the month. Muffled comments seep through vents. A random shout of “get a room” temporarily halts their exploration. Discovery resumes with grins and laughter, buttons and zippers. Roommates and secrecy […]