Last night, I had a shockingly vivid dream about my wedding. I’ve had many of these dreams over the years, some more vivid than others, the truly special scenarios staying in my memory for me to revisit when I’m in the mood to engage in conscious wish-fulfillment fantasies. This dream started off lovely… The details…
Embrace Your Place
A kind, wise man once posted the following on Facebook – “Blessings are sometimes disguised in failures, or setbacks. However, God makes no mistakes. A good friend told me this week to ‘embrace your place’.” Even though this was months ago, I never forgot his words. I knew that eventually, when my creative energy started…
Modern Dating – The Struggle for Singles Refusing to Settle
“Be open to online dating sites,” they say. “Step outside of your comfort zone and do things that scare you,” they say. “You have to be willing to put yourself out there,” they say. These statements are made with the best of intentions; and I love the people who care about me and encourage me…
Hurting, Healing, Loving, and Living – The Struggle is Real
I’ve been navigating some difficult emotions the past few months. I’ve been struggling to find a healthy balance, and to remain functional enough to be successful at my newest job that I feel so fortunate to have been given; and where I desperately want to be the high performer my bosses need me to be…
Sweet Victor Blue Eyes
I believe some backstory is needed here, before I delve into Victor’s story. I was born and raised in a tiny Appalachian town in Western Maryland. After I graduated from high school in 2001, my mother decided to move back to Albuquerque, New Mexico so she could be close to her mother and her sister’s…
“I’m Still Here”
One of my favorite father figures in cinematic history is the late Richard Farnsworth portraying Matthew Cuthbert in Anne of Green Gables. His gentle, quiet presence is reminiscent of my own father; and I love how he immediately falls in love with Anne as she chatters away incessantly, allowing him to simply be himself in silent appreciation. While Matthew is a…
These Thoughts of Mine
I’ve said in the past that Hot Mess Molly is not a political blog. This is a place when I am free to be a basket case, where I can let my ‘Freak Flag’ fly, with no shame in who I am… This is my place to embrace my messiness. Having said that, if I’m…
Still Here, Still Hot, Still Messy!
2016. Pardon my profanity, but what an awful fucking year. Not just for me personally, but for so many people – on both micro and macro levels. Oy. I can’t even go there. I’ve been shamefully neglectful of my blog, partly due to the website being broken for six weeks, and partly because the past…
Where Were You?
September 11th, 2001. Where were you? I was home alone – in my childhood home in Western Maryland – which was a quiet, secluded property several miles from town, no neighbors within shouting distance. The sun was shining, the air was a bit brisk… It was autumn in the mountains. My mother and I were…
Just Breathe
For a while now, I’ve been having a recurring dream. I’m underwater. There are traces of light that allow me to see my hands grasping at the bubbles that are floating above me towards a surface I can’t see. I know I’m drowning, and while I’m frightened – I’m also accepting. The silence is comforting. …
