No Pressure

But since I can’t there’s no pressure to decide which one to make. First time a can’t is also a win. Rock on. — Mercy

Resurrection Monday

I’ve been doing some blog maintenance the last few weeks. While I was tidying up I found a whole bunch of these I forgot: For a while I was scheduling these to publish every Friday and then I got distracted by something else and forgot. I found them yesterday and decided to resume Friday publications….

Retiring The Blade

I have not ceased blogging. See? I’m doing it right now. I have another speaking gig coming up. Just like last time, as soon as I committed to a date to speak all creative juice got diverted to my speech. But I’ve got the bulk of the speech outlined now. I have the rest of…

Stock Footage

I thought I’d check in on the resolutions. We’ve accumulated enough New Year to have broken one or two resolutions by now, right? Yeah, but it’s a practice. A practice. Not a performance. To refresh your memory I resolved to stop yammering on about three things in casual conversation:  the weather (as small talk or…

Not To Rush You, But Get On This

You guys. My frags? Check out the frag from my September planner page: These frags are from Danielle LaPorte’s Desire Map planner. I buy one every year. Comes in daily, monthly, or undated styles. Doubles as a journal. These sell out every year. For real. They launch the summer before the New Year and they…

Sweet Life of Anonymity

Back in the days of my diary style blog I had lots of readers. If I didn’t post for a while readers would ask me about it while we were running or at a yoga class. These days, not so much. I have a fraction of my previous readership. One reason is that I don’t…

She’s Keeping Me Sharp

Check this out. I found Her while searching the internet for images to accompany my post about sexy school supplies. I published that post on Sunday.  My goal was to include an image of the infamous paper tablet I unintentionally turned into porn. I never found a photo of a tablet similar to mine but…

You Mean Sex Supplies?

The Chef tells me in the course of his daily travels he encounters parents shopping for school supplies. Apparently kids are prepping to head back to school here in Mercyburg. Ah, yes. Back to school; that special time of year when I remember the time I thought I invented sex. Or rather, I thought I…

So Far Been

Come on, people. Who would want to be less informed? Less educated? Less experienced? Who would want to be less knowledgeable or less skilled than she is now? — Mercy