“Do you want to play?” He said. There was a twinkle in his eye. I was too young to know better, and curiosity always leads to stories. It wasn’t in the happy times He visited though. It was only in the sad times. Then, He would tell me how my veins would look better suited... Continue Reading →
It always starts and ends the same. Not enough. I am not enough. It is not enough. That was not enough. It was never enough to gain the one thing I wanted, but could never quite attain. Approval, maybe. Acceptance, perhaps? Love, for sure. But, I think maybe the calming hush of everything just being... Continue Reading →
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.
When a baby is learning to walk, she can do it, but wobbly at first. More wobbles and falls make better walking. If we wouldn't yell at a child for stumbling when learning to walk, why do we yell at ourselves?
Editor’s note: While I will make every attempt to make my writing funny and approachable, please know my content is not for everyone. I am talking about dark, painful issues that you may have no experience with. You may have experience with them, and not want to relive them. I am talking about various forms... Continue Reading →
For the Modern Mom I don't generally do a behind the scenes on anything I word vomit on this screen...I apologize, shitty marketing strategy: I do not generally do a behind the scenes on any of the shit I shit out on this itchy assed blog (for good measure poop)... but this is one I'd... Continue Reading →
I don't know what mentally ill means. I am ill because I am diagnosed as such and everyone says that is so. I don’t know how any other mind works, so I can’t tell you what falls into “mood disorder”, “psychosis”, or whatever. I look at the sky and I see my shade of blue,... Continue Reading →
I am 13 years old. I'm in 7th grade. I'm on the bus, and I have the asshole kid in front of me reminding me how fat I am. He's added, now, to close my legs, because I smell like fish. My stomach crawled in my throat, and my heart is desperately trying to plug... Continue Reading →
My life is nothing if not cyclical. This time last year, I was working on getting my shit together, and later in the year, I pulled a complete and total movie troupe, shaved my head and went crazy. It actually wasn't that linear, but I keep laughing about it. At that time, I started identifying... Continue Reading →