Guenneth Speldrong
Bio
Hello there. I write things. Sometimes good things. Mostly, I write to find myself. If I can entertain you in the process, then that's just the derivative icing on the proverbial cake!
Stories (53/0)
Dickens in a Sundress
I have lived many times
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Poets
Motherhood
Missing something
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Poets
Another Letter to my Daughter
I've done a lot of thinking today, and some things need to change. Like years ago, but I'll settle for today. As a different way to approach this other than me trying to talk to you, I'm trying this letter. Read it, take your time, think about it, then talk to me when I'm home and you are calm. Please be nice to Jack and let him sleep.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Families
Not Quite Nellie
I am currently writing this from a mental health facility (with observations made after sprinkled in, in case I mess up my tenses). After I got out of prison, my only thought was to kill myself. I wanted to die so very badly. I could not, however, do that to my husband. So, I did the responsible thing and contacted my counselor. She told me of the different mental health facility options. There was now a greater variety than just checking into a proper hospital where they would most likely drug you and could keep you indefinitely.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Families
Not Quite Nellie
I had never been so nervous making dinner before. Two weeks I had planned what I was going to say: writing drafts, compiling charts, and asking literally everyone I knew to make sure what I was going to say was fair. I was very well prepared, but my hands couldn't stop shaking all the same.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Criminal
Wacky White Woman Eats Europe (Hopeful Part One).
I was in Paris, looking at art, minding my own business, when I realized we had been there 4 hours and I was VERY hungry. My resolve to not eat at the Louvre forgotten, I made my way to the café at the top floor (I think it was the top floor anyway. I was weak from hunger). I ordered us (my daughter and I) a bagel sandwich and a chocolate pyramid to share. I scoffed at the price as I paid, and mumbled something about highway robbery.
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Wander
Notes to my Men
Mummery You probably wish
By Guenneth Speldrong3 years ago in Poets