memories
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Nyet
No one in my immediate family does anything for the holidays. Well… nothing much except for sleeping. Does sleeping count? ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Letters To My Mom – We All Cope Different Ways
Hey, There are so many things I wanted to say. I do say some of it now, but it’s all in my head and to myself. I still miss you so much. And talking to myself… it’s not the same as talking to you. I know what the real state of the dead is… that… Continue reading
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Theraphy
I started off because I needed to record my thoughts down. I didn’t do well with the paper journals. My first actual “blog” was on DeadJournal. Then LiveJournal. I tried “blogger.” With WordPress, I had a penname that wasn’t an embarrassment. So while I still have a desire to record my thoughts… and have the… Continue reading
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My Mother’s Name Was Donna
You know… I was just talking about this in the car with a friend today. Years ago, I did an interview of my mom for an assignment. When I mentioned to my aunt that I was going to interview my mom, she asked: “Why her? I’m smarter than her!” My response? “While you just might… Continue reading
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Holding On
Tuesday Somewhat Cloudy 8/26/2025 9:47am-9:58pm Not sure what I should say. I have an infuser full of Dragon Pearl tea… and an entire house that needs cleaning. I have a state of mind to try and focus on. I feel a bit sad. Found old pictures of my cat Jeri. She was with me through… Continue reading
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The Land Before Time – Nostalgia
I would bring back a sauropod. Apatosaurus. 😭 My love of Little Foot is strong! 🥹 ~J. Lyst Plus, I am seriously curious to see if they could really hold their heads up like that. Giraffes make me think that there could be a possibility. Then, I would wonder how they could breathe. That is… Continue reading
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Oh Yeah
If you mean the World Wide Web as it is now? Yes. Didn’t have a cell phone. Primarily used pay phones or the landline. Bullies stayed at school. There was no harassment or bullying following one online. I went outside to play or played board games. Life was also less stressful, but that’s probably because… Continue reading
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My Preciouses
I have an old licorice tin my grandma gave me. I didn’t like the licorice, but kept the tin. Inside, I keep some handwritten notes she had for me to be excused at school. I have a letter my granddad wrote in the 70s before his stroke. I think I have a picture of my… Continue reading
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This Seems To Be A Repeat, But Here We Go Again – And Yes, It Still Really Hurts
I had an option to definitely live or to most definitely die. Horribly. I’m certain that I’ve answered this question before. I’ve had to deal with feelings of inadequacy. I’ve had to deal with feeling that I wasn’t fully a woman anymore. I have cried many tears, many times over this. I hate any questions… Continue reading
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Ha…. Hahahaha! Non! Try Again…
No. There is no way I could have ever been “destined” or “fated” to end up as messed up as I am. I am a person who is broken, and it would be cruel to have that as a sure eventuality for anyone. Saying that everything is “fated” or “destined” is incredibly offensive as an… Continue reading
Hey, Miss J! 