Some Thoughts For Those Who “Know”
More than I would like, I encounter people who respond to hearing about ADHD, mine or ADHD in general, with “Oh, I do that.” implying that ADHD in adults is not really a problem because we do not behave like the archetype little boy bouncing off the walls. They also say, “This is nothing important. . .it is not like you have ” some dreadful disease”!. . . .You people are really smart… It is just A behavior disorder….you can deal with it. . .” All of these responses show that this person either does NOT know anything or is denying the realities of ADHD. They tell me in one way or another that it is no more than a character flaw or that I need to just get a grip or to work harder. It is a non- issue that can be easily altered with a little effort. … Continue reading
Ideas, Distractions, Writings and Art
Welcome to my website. I lean left, over analyze, decide with logic over sentiment, embrace asymmetry, get the heebie jeebies, exercise too little and know my birth certificate lies. I am frequently distracted, fidgety, forgetful, or dazed and dismayed. I am an artist, dabbler, writer, web designer, and certified gadgophile.
I have had as many as five blogs going at a time covering a wide range of subjects. This current re-invention of the remaining two blogs (Fiery Heart Designs and Onedia in The Ozarks) is necessitated by the need for a more structured life both in my studio and in daily life. I work from my multi-media studio and occasionally from my chair in front of my favorite news channels.
I write guided only by my interests, my sense of good manners, my moral compass, my conscience, and my agility of wit and words. I see my world… Continue reading
Why Am I Here?
Doing housework can be either a protracted process or a whirlwind of activity depending on the day, time and urgency of the need for the cleaning evolution. I dislike cleaning chores some more than others. I would rather clean the toilet than do the dishes and I always ask my husband to do the vacuuming if he is around. Actually, on any given day it does not occur to me to dust or vacuüm or sweep the porches unless I happen to come in the front door and notice the leaves or whatever on the steps or landing. I am reminded of dusting when the dust clouds off the night stand when I move a book. I do notice the bathroom more often compelling me to wipe out the sink before I wash my hands. However, noticing the need for housework does not mean that I will do it that day or even the… Continue reading





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