I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.
My teenage daughter and I temporarily tatted up for an inspiring local event called IGNITE, some years ago. We got inked with one word that intoned what I was ever longingly looking for at the time—purpose. The only thing I’ve ever truly wanted to be without any doubt was a mom. Beyond raising my children, … More That thing that almost killed you? Well, it didn’t. So now it’s likely your new purpose in this life.
Are you doing that thing again? Where you focus solely on the daunting distance you’ve left to travel. The granite-heavy workload you’ve still to muster. The labor-intensive recovery yet unfinished. Thus you forget to honor and celebrate just how far you’ve already come? The obstacles you’ve already surmounted?
I was 10 years old when my ongoing sexual abuse at the hands of a male relative finally ended. I don’t remember how old I was when he began molesting me, only that I was too young to understand what was happening and what it was called. Or that it was criminal and demented and … More The reason we end our silence and finally disclose our sexual abuse.
After many hard, lengthy, tearful conversations and the eventual downgrading of our friendship, she pleaded with me, ‘Why couldn’t you have just let me go?’ … More What’s the best way to end a friendship? Asking for a friend.