LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

My grandpa had died recently.  I found out via a Facebook post and I’m proud of myself for demonstrating some grace as I wasn’t too thrilled to have discovered this information second hand through an electronic social media platform.   I was successfully able to control my emotions (ended up having a severe unanticipated reaction to Wellbutrin back in May 2021) and it was refreshing.  I didn’t let that Monkey Mind get the upper hand this time.  #Accomplishments A lot has happened in my personal life— again —dear readers and albeit I really prefer to actually type, I may start to resort to writing/posting in my blog via my thumbs.  Which isn’t ideal at all but wasting pointless hours on Facebook doesn’t really sound appealing anymore either.  Nor being seated in front of my tv, or hell, seated at all period.  But I apologize, my life seemed to completely go haywire even independent of covid.  I fell off, and in all s...

"My parents had just gotten divorced." "I didn't know how to spell our new last name." "I was a kid, only 8 years old." "My mom and I didn't have anywhere else to go." "So we moved into my grandfather's." "I didn't know how to spell our new last name, so I just wrote 'Polish' on those cards, you know for school?" "Well one day, the school sent him a letter..." "It was addressed to a Mr. Polish." "Yeah, well...my grandfather didn't find that as funny." "He made us both sleep in the vestibule, me and my mother, until I got it spelled right." "V-I-L-A-V-I-N-N-Y-I-O-Y-S-W-I". "So nawh, your last name isn't weird."