Tag Archives: Life

Courage In The Line Of Defense

Evil monster known to attack trick-or-treaters on a specific day of the year. Another day, another holiday at Phipps. Each one pretty much goes the same. We set the department month before any given holiday, people complain it’s too soon to put up [fill in the blank] decorations or purchase items for [fill in the […]

Oh, To Dream Again…

Once again, I’ve been away from writing this blog. But this time, I’ve been busy in a good way. Sure, I’ve had my emotionally down times, but I seem to be edging closer to a brush with happiness. For one, I have a freelance job in the arts. It’s as part time as you can […]

The End of The Beginning

What a couple of weeks it’s been! That’s mainly why I haven’t written in ages. And where do I even begin? Let’s start with the car. I had a trusty, faithful Hyundai Santa Fe since 2013. That thing’s been everywhere. Took it on an amazing road trip from New York State up to St. John’s, Newfoundland. […]

Transitions

It’s July. Kids just got out of school. Summer is upon us! It’s July. And the retail industry says, “Kids will go back to school soon! Summer’s over!” So here I am, in Phipp’s, pulling down all of the shady patio umbrellas, deck furniture, picnic tables, beach chairs, casual dining ware and all other accoutrements […]

Stuck

I’ve been feeling like the above picture lately – gray, desolate, remote. And I can’t seem to shake the funk I’ve been mired in. It all started a few weeks ago when a promising job opening came my way. I even had a connection that opened the door to an interview. I arrived early (but […]

Shrinkage

Once upon a time, I had decent hours at Phipp’s. Sure, I wasn’t making a whole lot of money, but with 35-40 hours a week, I could pay my bills. Couldn’t get rich off of what I brought home, but there remained a bit left over for such ridiculous extravagances as getting a pizza or […]

Love Thyself

I think I can attribute a lot of my problems to the simple fact that I don’t love myself. I just don’t think I’m worthy of anything good. What makes me think such a thing? To be honest, I don’t know. My parents showed me a lot of love growing up. I wasn’t spoiled, but […]