Previously… Should our Lady of Handicrafts really be driving the backwater byways? The interstate fast lane? Darla's sense of direction has always been off, and depth perception is a sketchy proposition for a gal with nyctalopia. At least we know the pick-up's parked for now somewhere between home and Morton Grove.      Showing up is…

Previously… Darla is the runner in this relationship as she holds grudges against those who flow in the opposite direction as hers (Darla's way resembles mud puddles rather than point breaks.) What an irksome thing, that disconnect between the noggin and the ticker. The board and the body. The desire to make crocheted clowns vs.…

Previously… My work is dedicated to the fact that there is a big difference between being and doing when one suffers from Irritable Soul Syndrome. 1.) Doing keeps me out of my head.2.) Being invites the demons inside my sanctuary, giving them free rein over my stash of Godiva hot cocoa mix and squishy, comfy…

Previously… Life rewards a certain type of person. – Fortune favors the bold? – The meek shall inherit the earth? – Share and share alike? – Dumb Luck? – Look out for #1? – It's not how you feel but how you look? Which one is it, Universe? Who's it gonna be? Because I subscribe…

Previously… Our Highway Scribe wants us to know she's doin' fine (racing thoughts in the fast lane not withstanding … and missing Ort something fierce.) We know everything about each other after a 30-second assessment. We are surface dwellers. "That's all I need." "I'll take it." "That works for me." A sentiment along those lines…

previously… you look like music i favor the taste of blueyoumesynesthetes   *as she waited while her truck got gassed up during a pit stop on The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self

Previously… Darla's got everything she needs for The Little Expedition to Find her Authentic Self shoved inside her truck's glove box: a feather duster, this, and a blood glucose meter. Oh, and a joyous heart and an open mind. Speaking of which, she's already forgiven Ort for his comment that snark is no tone to…

Previously… Finding one's tribe is more important than wishing on a star for the other half of one's soul to flutter on down to terra firma. Or, as Ort wrote in his 70-sheet yellow Norcom this morning: For Darla (but I won't say anything yet because she's really fragile right now – save for later)…

Previously… So how does Darla describe the way Ort smells? Well, he ain't a cologne guy. What wafts from the man's pores is (to Darla, anyway) an irresistible elixir of curry and chlorine. Burning tires and Mentholatum. The penny Darla picked up in the parking lot of the Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet, and book…

Previously… two wholes, ort. Tap the vein. the waiting-for-my-better-other-half is poisoned thinking! i don't want you to need me. Do you feel the pull? how this bond is supposed to work is you seek out my companionship because you like me. Family of origin. not because i can do something for you. the issue here…