Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) What If I Am Wrong (Part 2 of 3) I take medication to keep me stable, but worry that I am hurting myself more than helping. I meditate and write to heal, but worry that I am proliferating my own madness. I try to be an... Continue Reading →
What If I Am Wrong? (Part 1 of 3) Prior to the hospital, I was convinced that I was supposed to write and help others. I was convinced that if I wrote, everything would be fine. Then, I got convinced my ex was talking to me through music. I got convinced my phone was hacked... Continue Reading →
(Splitting this long post into 3, because I hate ridiculously long blog posts...) Those five words echo hauntingly in my mind. There is a part of me that wonders what I would be able to accomplish if I did not second guess myself constantly. I read not that long ago that people born under a... Continue Reading →
(heh heh heh) In all seriousness, by Friday exhaustion consumes me. Last night, I had great plans. I was going to write, journal, meditate with some crystals, and possibly actually watch TV for once. Naturally, after the kids went to bed around 9:30/10, I got myself comfortable on the couch and conked out. I woke... Continue Reading →
Did you ever stop, look at your life, and generally feel like your name is Forest, Forest Gump? I do, all the time. I see things I have done, and I am shocked that I did them. Some are amazing - "Wow, I hiked up a mountain in heels", some are funny - "Wow, I... Continue Reading →
Inspired by reflecting on Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle-Melton, and Emily Rosen's poetry (both are on Facebook) My daughter has been asking me to take her to Rebounderz, which is an indoor trampoline playground. The connection I'm about to bridge is odd, bear with me; this is my brain in action. Rebound got me thinking... Continue Reading →
I'm wearing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajamas. Actually, here yeah, so, there's me. 34 years old. In my sexy negligee. Yes, it is Christmas themed. No, I don't care. It snowed, so it is perfect. Plus, I still have random Christmas decorations that I forgot to take down. 'Tis the season. I had written previously... Continue Reading →