The Broken Teacup

So, seven years ago, I intended to start a blog, back when it was cool to have a blog. Life intervened, and I didn't follow through. I know it's not as cool to have a blog anymore, so this will serve just as my space to discuss random thoughts and ideas, my little cyber planet where I can unload whatever is clogging up my cognitive space or gumming up my creativity gasket, or for those times when I need to get something off my chest. I used to have a place to go for that, back in the early 2000's when boards and forums were all the rage. Then Facebook came along and just decimated everything else. Oh, and the baseball player around whom the board was centered retired. (Yes, I'm talking about Mike Mussina. I still love that guy!) I still talk to my closest pals from those days. Most of us migrated to Facebook and opened a "branch" of the group of which we were core members. We had a password-protected forum on the board for pet peeves. I truly miss it. I st...

When one who likes to consider herself a writer has an image she can't shake, her mind turns to how can that image be used, or perhaps what said image means. The recurring image for me is a broken teacup -- just cracked really. Finally, an idea came to me. "Maybe the teacup is your life, and the tea itself is the day-to-day goings-on of your life. Sometimes your life, like the cup, is very full of sweetness; sometimes you don't like what's going on. Something can happen to the cup and cause a little crack, or sometimes the day-to-day goings on get boring." I decided I needed somewhere to share my cracks, to release pressure and vent. Someone reading this is going, "There's a place for that. It's called therapy." I know what it is. 3 p.m. every Tuesday is what it is. :) A friend said, "Maybe you should say it's more like a percolator. You let the pressure build up until the truth is forced through the daily grinds of your life." I s...