My Cardboard Balcony

Nope. Can't. No Storyteller. Sorry. Love y'all. Byeeeee.

Homily by Belinda Roddie And thus, the preacher goes mute, and the lambs sing.

This year, I want to build more bridges than I burn. I want to make more friends than I lose. I want to finish more stories than I leave incomplete. And I want to help more students than I leave in the lurch. I finished my first full remote semester as a high school teacher. I restarted readings with my theatre company. I also have really gotten into cosplay, Dungeons & Dragons, and filming that involves new characters and storylines. It's very different than I anticipated myself doing in my thirties, but it's really, really worthwhile, and my preteen self would be squeeing right now. It's weird because I have affirmation from one new group and negativity from whom I've perceived to be close family. Because of that, it's hard for me to accept or even acknowledge my positive qualities. I dunno. I have a lot to process. And I've been pretty exhausted, so that's been hard. I think what's been really difficult is the fact that while some people appreciat...

All You Get by Belinda Roddie Finals finals finals finals ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The Evil of Social Media by Belinda Roddie Look! See? This page bears the mark of the beast!

These Past Two Weeks by Belinda Roddie These past two weeks have been a dumpster fire of epic proportions - from Trumpsters fiends storming the Capitol to certain ire from Congressmen (too late, we shall repeat), to friends and family trying to cope with troubling times - can we just have a break? 2020 was the end of our rope, but we've been given string already frayed to hold ourselves up. I propose a toast to those who have not survived this deluge, as well as to those who have lived to boast of dreams for better days. We shall conclude our remote feast tonight on red alert, preparing for the worst over dessert.

Saving My Sanity by Belinda Roddie I am so fucking grateful to have such awesome friends.