Tennessee Honeybee

Not an Idle Life

*** Trigger Warning: discussion of suicidal ideation*** * * * * I’m going to start this bluntly: I’ve considered suicide since I was about 10

This warm November morning, somewhere between awake and asleep, I was moved to write this triad of posts. I had to rouse myself to set

I love this body of mine. I love how it holds this conscious star essence that makes up what I see and feel and think.

After Hurricane Ida, I wrote about something I’d heard from Whitney Cummings: if your heart is going to break, make sure it breaks open. When

Years ago, I used NaPoWriMo to write some poetry and while I kept up with it for a couple weeks, it fell to the wayside.

Ok, this is just a wee bit of Brandi Carlile karaoke. This song got stuck in my head yesterday. Per usual, I hate to hear

This will be a swift post but I dealt with some big emotions today and had to choose the right path for myself. I’ve had

Sometimes titles stump me. Some people are great with enigmatic, creative titles, but so often, I’m of the mind that it is simply: here is

I’ve tried for over a week to finish the second post I’d wanted to write after Hurricane Ida but I’ve found, I can’t say exactly

I’ve been working on my second post about some things that surfaced for me during Hurricane Ida but honestly, I’ve been having a hard time