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It’s Raining Again
I knew how important it was that someone begin dismantling our family’s framework of control ….. I just didn’t understand how much it would hurt. Continue reading
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Notable Qualities
I think that in leu of bio sections on dating site profiles , people should post screenshots of the notes section in their phones. Those tell a LOT more about a person than “I like dogs, working out with muh boys and occasionally enjoying a glass of wine”. Instead, if we could peruse their notes,… Continue reading
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Remembering Little Good Parts
Once in a while (typically when I am elbow deep in a sink of dirty dishes) my mind will wander off to reminiscence about past relationships. There are so many reasons they didn’t last, and I am thankful they didn’t. Sometimes, though, my bored brain will go on a little jaunt away from those terrible… Continue reading
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Livin’ On A Prayer – Only Halfway There
My mom had an old friend who struggled with depression. As a very young girl, I didn’t understand what that was – all I knew was that this sad lady would call every few years and my mom would talk to her for at least an hour. I never even heard my mom’s end of… Continue reading
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What If Samson Cut His Own Hair
Today I got tired of being strong. I got tired of being a support beam for those who I love. I’ve been the frame that people lean on, tell their secrets and struggles to, and ask to play diplomatic negotiater between. Meanwhile, termites of chronic illness eat away at the parts of me that can’t… Continue reading
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We Cannot Bury the Guilt
How can one specific body movement or sensation bring with it an instant torrent of guilt? The freedom fight from former abuse is not done once we run. It’s not finished when the physical access to our bodies stops. For those of us who were taught day in and day out that we were responsible… Continue reading
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And the Greatest of These is Love
My memories are so fragmented, but as I continue to write, maybe I can make sense of… something.We were considered to be a fairly large family. Most folks seemed to think seven kids made for a massive family, anyway. I never thought we were of any extra volume, people-wise. Our church was filled with so… Continue reading
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Domestic David & Goliath
I was their protector. Their warrior. Others speak of me as being a warrior against my illness, and not to belittle those battles because they are beautiful in their own way, but those will never compare to the war I fought as a child. I felt like David in stories of old – just a… Continue reading
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I Prayed for Patience
I grew up in a fairly large family – the little mama sibling who cared for the emotions of a quiver full of younger babies. Someone had to, while our mother was occupied with shooting out the next of us, like a clown car under pressure. Spurred by a love of being surrounded by chaotic… Continue reading
Creating Peace From the Pieces 