Eight ways from Sunday.
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by Sondra Primeaux
7M ago
I just returned from a ten day roadtrip across ‘Merica. We explored Little Rock, Memphis, Blackfalls State Park in West Virginia (and so many tiny hill-nestled towns) and finally, Pittsburg. Many hikes through the most beautiful forests I’ve ever treaded. Mushrooms of all colors and shapes (I actually do not like the taste of mushrooms but I’m obsessed with them all the same), ferns, mosses, seedlings and decay, my awareness acute due the this audio book I finished up while vagabonding. Blues seeping out of every crack in Memphis, Little Rock felt like a Little Austin and we daydreamed about m ..read more
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Reinvention Ascension #53
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by Sondra Primeaux
8M ago
My old journals tell me everything I need to know. Sure, birthdays should be a time of reflection, but my birthday journal entries of the past remind me of that movie trope when the boss pokes her head into some unwitting employee’s cubicle with “Can I talk to you for a second?” and your gut just knows this person’s in trouble. The conversation may even start off with a positive, but the very next sentence is, “And while I have you…”, then all of the disappointment and nine ways to Sunday they have fucked up is unleashed in one excruciating exhale. They are heartbreaking, these historic birth ..read more
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Tripping the light fantastic.
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by Sondra Primeaux
10M ago
My father was an auto mechanic. He was complex in character but simple in palette. His favorite meal was a plate of shrimp, extra delight if served three ways: fried, grilled and scampied. I’m using this as an analogy to describe something I haven’t referenced in a while but if you’ve followed me over the years, the mention of menopause shouldn’t induce unrest (unless you’re square in it, then it’s all unrest). So here’s a heaping serving of my menopausal experience, three ways: bodily, spatially, a measure of time. Order up! I’m observing my post-menopausal body with part confusion, mostly a ..read more
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Growing pains.
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
From the years of 8-14, there would be a few days a year that my legs would throb for seemingly no reason. It wasn’t a sports injury, I didn’t clock myself on a desk, but the pain would be so bad the only response I could muster was red-hot tears. Once my Mom cycled through the appropriate Mom Check-List, the diagnosis was always the same: Growing pains. And then she’d send me to bed where I would sleep for 100 years and wake up miraculously pain-free. The looks I get from my own children when I deliver the same prognosis to their random (and very real) leg pains has to be comically similar t ..read more
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Clowns to the left, Jokers to the right
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
And here we are, stuck in the middle, again. At least I’m with you! However, in this letter, I want to suspend reality for just a moment and pretend that all of our 2022 plans aren’t going to be sidelined again. But before I get to my dreaming and scheming, let’s reflect, shall we? 2021: Remove The Claws, Sister. Because that’s what it takes for me to properly drop something and move onto the next. It sounds so easy when I say it like that, but what I always forget to build into that process is allowing time to remove the claws, even more time to grieve the thing you are no longer dug into, an ..read more
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I am rubbish at this.
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
Transitions. Let’s discuss. I’m terrible at them. And yes, this word can imply gender transition or life/death transition, but for the purpose of this letter, I’m referring to the transitions between life events, activities or projects. What, you don’t think about transitions? Well, neither did I, until 2009 that is. Actually, that isn’t quite true. I did think about them, I just didn’t know there was a name for that space my 5 year old enter when he didn’t want to leave one place and move to another. When he would lie down in the middle of a crowd of people and scream his tiny little head off ..read more
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Cause black is how I feel on the inside.
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
TW: I’m going to talk about depression with a brief reference to suicidal ideation. It’s been said that when we can no longer see the sacred in our lives, our inner flame has gone out. Those are the best words I can conjure to describe depression. I’m lucky, I suppose. I’m not often there, “there” like it’s a place. And it does feel like a place, like a room that you walk into and the walls are lined with funhouse mirrors where you don’t even recognize yourself. If you can even muster the energy to look, that is. If you do lift your head to have a glimpse though, you wonder, “Have I always had ..read more
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Day One.
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
No, I didn’t relapse. But this is a dismantling, of sorts. Since I’ve been in recovery, everything I say out loud first passes through the histrionic meter, so while it may appear that I’m circling the drain, please allow me to make one more revolution. You see, the last seven years have been like going to school. My major? Take Good Care of Sondra. There has been quite a steep learning curve. During this (re) education, I’ve been busy integrating all of the parts of myself that I’d formerly compartmentalized to be liked, to be low-maintenance, to have insurance that others are okay with me ..read more
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Comparison is a thief.
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
A thief of imagination, that is. And I’m sure you’ve heard the other quote, attributed to Pres. Roosevelt, that comparison steals your joy. But before it steals your joy, it steals your imagination. Joy is just one of the options available but so is sadness, anger or indifference. You may remember a few letters back I wrote about an experiment I was conducting. I’ve been feeling invisible for a while. Maybe this is what they say happens when you hit middle age? I’m okay with some invisibility, but I feel like my work isn’t reaching who it needs to reach. And when I’d slid into the h ..read more
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Tell me, are you a late bloomer?
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by Sondra Primeaux
1y ago
“I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.”—Sharon Olds. The first time I read that line from poet Sharon Olds, I’m pretty sure I audibly gasped. It took me until I got sober 7 years ago to fully feel into the luckiness of it. For most of my life, I just felt like I’d missed all of it: the mark, the boat, the opportunity. But now I feel like Sharon with the caveat that if I’d kept drinking, I’d surely be one of the unlucky ones. I got to talk about this at length with my friend Lori Massicot  on her podcast, To 50 And Beyond. Felt good to be on a p ..read more
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