There are things in my life I’m sorry for. I should have played with baby tigers when I had the chance. I should have communicated more with my grandmother prior to her death. I’m sorry I lost some of my light. I should have set stronger boundaries in my marriage. Read more…
As I sat in the shower shaving my legs with my right hand, and drinking my coffee with my left hand, while simultaneously rinsing the shampoo out of my hair… I wonder: Have I taken this multitasking thing a little too far? Is this the indication that I’ve, finally, lost Read more…
Recently a new opportunity opened up to me. I jumped on it. I’m learning so much information that sometimes it’s a little overwhelming. It is like nothing I’ve ever done, however I am amazed at how much of my classes apply to my life; as it was, as it is Read more…
Here I sit, debating what topic to write about. Do I want to focus on what has happened; on the discounting…. the madness? Do I talk about what we have going on right this second? Do I want to share recent areas of my growth? Do I attempt to voice Read more…
For years I’ve somewhat joked that Karma is a friend of mine. A good friend. I have always believed in Karma and energies in the universe. I’ve been fortunate to live a life where Karma has been good to me. I’ve always believed in whatever I wanted, never pushing my Read more…
There is nothing in this world that will aggravate me faster than a teacher whom is so pious, so egotistical, so hell bent on being God’s gift to the profession that they forget their responsibility to their students. They believe their superior status or education makes them untouchable. I battled Read more…
My entire life I’ve hand an obsession to swimsuits. As I grew older, my ongoing love affair with lingerie also emerged. When I was tiny it didn’t matter that I was growing up in Montana, I wore a swimsuit every stinking day. In the summer it was my primary fashion Read more…
Months after The Shattering I didn’t comprehend that I was an actual abuse victim. My therapist would say, “Do you understand that is abusive behavior/abuse?”. I’d nod my head side to side. I wouldn’t, or maybe couldn’t, accept that I’d been abused. Especially by somebody that had convinced me so Read more…
Goodbye 2018! I have never been more ready for a year to end. Never will I miss being abused. Never will I mourn the loss of an abuser again. Never will I endure this Shattering again. Never will my children be unsafe in my home. Never will I allow myself Read more…
Nights like tonight, when I don’t feel well and the kids are bouncing off the walls, are hard. They’re worth it, I wouldn’t honestly have it any way but this way; they’re still HARD. Movie Boy is literally bouncing around the house Nerf gun in hand…. shooting his siblings in Read more…