The rest of the story

I originally wrote this on May 3, 2014 and it was password protected for the last four years. I’m no longer hiding the truth and God is using my story in the lives of others. Dig right in, won’t you😉

Get. A. Life.

I probably should make a rule about blogging when I’m this frustrated at humans. But tonight I just don’t care, darn it. I am in a twilight zone today: My Facebook is alite with posts that say gays shouldn’t be allowed a place at a table in restaurants of Christians…that obese women are all so…

afraid.

I’ve been reading the Divergent series (as you know if you keep up with this blog a little bit) and in it there is a deep focus on fear. Not fear itself but what specifically these characters fear…and attempting to overcome those fears. For some characters they remember child abuse they suffered, or kidnapping. One fears…

1 in 5 children are hungry in America

I mentioned before in Kiss the Cook that I have perhaps too many issues in mind to make a good post about anything, except maybe painting projects. But, as one continues to pop up in my newsfeed on facebook, it’s hard to walk away from. Hard to stop thinking about. Perhaps so hard that I…

do you really think people like unemployment?

Argh! If I see one more post about extensitions on unemployment I may scream. Unemployment sucks. I don’t know about you, but my family has lived on unemployment now twice. Why Unemployment Sucks 1. You Don’t Have a Job 2. Unemployment doesn’t pay ANYWHERE near what you were making before 3. You now don’t have…

Are you serious?

A couple days ago I was doing my morning phone check of good ole Facebook when I noticed a post by a guy I know only by association. Generally speaking I never add anyone I don’t know to my friend list but this person I had so many great mutual friends with that I accepted….

can’t.

How do you explain abuse to those that abuse? How do you teach selflessness to the selfish? How do you explain willingness to forgive and purposed vulnerability are not the same? How do you separate what has already been separated? How do you say no more and not create a victim out of a victim?…

Stomp. Pout. Shout.

written April 28, 2010. Because we are adults we are expected to have our emotions in check, we are expected to always act maturely and say and do the “right” things. I hate that rule. Who made that rule? Don’t you sometimes want to stomp your feet? To shout about the injustice done to you?…