Finding meaning in the mundane
O, dear brother, who makes his sorrows hidden from plain view, but keeps them lit like matches between his fingers The anger seeps through each unrevealed step confronting each lie you so plainly hide from her Someday she will no longer amuse you and your attempts at fellowship. She will see the bleeding anger in … Continue reading Piracy
It has been seven weeks and two days since I decided to pierce my septum. It's certainly something to get used to. You become much more aware of your boogers, and your ability to blow your nose, and I don't think I've ever gone through as many q-tips in my life as I had in … Continue reading The Great Rural Social Experiment: Part 3
It has been officially one week since I have had a sharp piece of metal shoved through my septum. And let me tell you, that was the highlight of the week. When I returned to work last Monday with metal dangling out of my nose like a punk-rock booger, I was greeted by my employers … Continue reading The Great Rural Social Experiment: Part 2
I have just returned back to my little hometown after spending a weekend in the "big city" of Minneapolis at the Villain Arts Minneapolis Tattoo Convention. Last year, my boyfriend and I went, and I got a tattoo of a pretty snowflake on my shoulder. When I returned home to the small, conservative, religious town, … Continue reading The Great Rural Social Experiment: Part 1
The good ol’ New Years resolution. You set yourself up with a lofty goal and by the end of the year, you’re kicking yourself in the rear for not achieving that goal. At least that’s how it seems to go for me. Lose weight, quit smoking, less caffeine, no more social media, no sugar, stop … Continue reading Rethinking Resolutions
As seen in the Faribault County Register by Katie Mullaly Every year, I watch “A Christmas Carol.” It is absolutely a requirement of the yuletide season in my eyes. My favorite version, as of late, happens to be the 2009 animated version starring Jim Carrey as Ebenezer Scrooge, and Gary Oldman as Bob Cratchet. (And, … Continue reading Musings for the Christmas season 2018
2015 (as published in the Faribault County Register) I haven’t lived in Blue Earth around Christmas time in over five years. Some things have changed, but some things haven’t, in a way. Growing up as a little Mullaly, I remember going to midnight mass (yes, at midnight) in Guckeen at the Catholic church. Before we … Continue reading Musings from Christmases Past
