Tessa

Some people journal. I blog with a little more swearing.

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Wild-hearted. Well-worn. Always learning. I write to connect, heal and remind us we are never alone in the mess.
Now I don’t need a garage full of cars But I’ll take a whole box of Cuban cigars And I’ll smoke ’em nice and slow Like they were good for me Don’t need a ranch or a big piece of land But I like to get a little bit of dirt on my hands Keith Urban – Little Bit Of everything

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  • Blue.

    I have a confession to make. I have the Holiday Blues. BAD. It started the first week of December. I woke up in a horrible funk. I couldn’t figure out why. About two hours later I figured it out. The first week of December is not a happy one for me. I had two people…

  • Cheer.

    Welcome to Hell month. I mean Merry Christmas. Remember Christ in Christmas. Not Happy Holidays. Sigh. I am sitting here sipping my Peppermint Mocha and wondering if I can just go ahead and skip right into 2020 blowing a horn and wearing a top hat. Christmas always seems like rush hour to me. Have you…

  • Forty-Six.

    Forty-six. Full moon. My back hurts and I have some sort of weird bruising on my leg. Where are my crystals? I should probably charge them. And I keep forgetting to manifest my destiny at 11:11. This is 46. I have always been upfront about my age. It’s a privilege to age. So I don’t…

  • Cake.

    I love cake. Don’t you? This is my favorite cake. It’s not unique. It’s delicious. The richness of the chocolate just melts into your mouth. I have been having this cake as my birthday cake as long as I can remember. To kick off the celebration of the birth of this legend on November 12…

  • Haunt.

    Happy Halloween. I am coming to you live from my living room sofa where I am currently waiting for the lower left side of my face to start to tingle. I was in the dentist chair for over an hour. It wasn’t horrible, but I can think of other things I would like to do…

  • Insecure.

    in·se·cure adjective adjective: insecure not firmly fixed; liable to give way or break. “an insecure footbridge” able to be broken into or illicitly accessed. “an insecure computer system (of a job or position) from which removal or expulsion is always possible. (of a person) not confident or assured; uncertain and anxious. “a rather gauche, insecure young…

  • Fourteen.

    Today I am the mom of a fourteen year old. She was born on time. Almost. It’s only time she has ever been on time. She was also the most amazingly easy baby. She was. I’m not just saying that because she’s mine. She set her own bed time, woke up twice to eat and…

  • Vibes.

    My ex mother in law and I never really got along. I always said if she was who she was when she was being social, she would be a hell of a person. That wasn’t the case. She often came off bitter and unkind to me and made doing any sort of gathering uncomfortable at…

  • Fall.

    Do you smell it in the air? Pumpkin spice everything, leggings, tall boots and sweatshirts. It’s my favorite time of the year.  It’s the time of the year where we ship calves and get ready for next year. Horses start to grow in their Winter coats, and Nuisance goes from Grey to Black over night.…

  • Woman.

    Don’t buy me a drink, I make my money Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me “honey” ‘Cause I run my shit, baby I’ve been thinking about what it means to be a girl or a woman or female. I am one, so it’s never far from my brain. I think about it when I…