Don’t tell your mom your lesbian girlfriend got you hammered at the lesbian bar @rebekahkall

Don’t tell your mom your lesbian girlfriend got you hammered at the lesbian bar @rebekahkall

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I work nights and my girl works mornings so I blog in the morning and she blogs at night

come back from work I’m booooooored and in bed alone with a smelly dog 

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I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing

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I’ve been a writer all my life, and a visual artist, too. When I was in private practice, I used creative tools with my psychotherapy clients, drawing from Jungian traditions, from global mythology, from creative arts of all kinds. From sand-tray to self-inquiry, my territory was the creative inner world.

And then my love drowned in front of me on an otherwise ordinary day.

Tell me, what use is it to rearrange mythic figures on a board when life has exploded that way? Where is the relevance of self-inquiry in the face of such reeling pain? A paintbrush is not going to solve anything.


There’s a deep cultural presumption that creating something out of grief somehow makes it all even out in the end. That your deepest call is to transform your grief into a work of art that touches others. That when you do that, when you turn to creative expression in the depths of pain, you are, in fact, healing your grief. Creativity is a way to transform pain. The results of your creativity, if they’re good enough, can help others transform their pain. It all works out.

But the truth is, there is no fair trade.


The truth is, pain, like love, needs expression. Some of us use words. Some paint. Some build, some invent, some serve. We are story-telling creatures.

Creative expression is part of me. It’s part of you. It’s in all of us.

That you make something beautiful and useful out of your pain, whether for yourself or others, is a wonderful thing. It’s a healing thing. But it’s not a prescription, and it won’t fix anything.

But the truth is, there is no fair trade.


A harrowing counterpoint to the art-as-therapy idea from author and grief counselor Megan Devine. Pair with Meghan O’Rourke’s sublime memoir of grief.

(HT Cheryl Strayed)

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all i did this year was get more gay

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This Pomeranian apparently got so upset with his new haircut that he started standing and walking around on his hind legs after he got back from the groomers…for 2 days.












And here he is before his haircut.



Stop Him

too strong

He is evolving…

Have you ever been so mad you learned how to walk

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Pixar can never top this.

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Oh Prepon….Crush

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Baby: M-m
Mom: Mama?
Baby: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
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