be loved

I spent so many years LISTENING….listening to the Christian culture that I wasn’t sure I agreed with, listening to people with ulterior motives than my best interest, listening to that which opposed what my heart was telling me. This decision to listen to others over myself would alter my life forever. I can’t help but…

I now pronounce you Divorced AF

Divorced People are so funny about it. And I don’t mean funny-ha-ha. But they want to tell you what they saw and how it might not be what was true or was even worse, but for the love, let them tell you what they could see from the outside.Some people say but you looked happy…

Digging into the Past, Emotional Abuse: Part Three

Originally posted on Long Days. Short Years.:
If I wasn’t naming this in a series, I would call this one something clever about dirty laundry. When my mother first cut me off, she uninvited me to Christmas events and did the regular silent treatment as emotional punishment thing. We even invited her to our home…

how can you not care?

I’m afraid it’s not even that we are forgetting what came before us. I’m afraid it is that we do not even care. Will my generation wake up in time? Will they learn history and truth and the ways both have tossed this people all here and to? I’m afraid they’ll never even care. Before…

And That’s Enough

I can’t wait for them to go to bed. It’s around 7 PM and I’m thinking- I just have one more hour until it’s quiet.  And then it’s 8:30 and it’s quiet and I’m wishing they were still awake. Only calm and adult-like, or maybe actually adults. I’m lonely. I’m alone now, with the dog beside me…

You make all things new….even me.

There was a time, not oh-so long ago that I didn’t know what gossip really was. I was taught that gossip meant talking about something that wasn’t true. Just talking about people was a part of my family of origin’s every interaction. That wasn’t gossip, that’s just what you do. This is what we were…

an apology

When I was a very little girl, I had a babysitter.  She lived near my home and was friends with my mother. At that time she was just a young girl herself, in middle school I suppose and I was about three years old. As she grew older, she also grew closer to my family….