When I was a little girl, I was afraid of the dark. I had a repeated nightmare of my house catching fire and everyone perishing. I’d be running frantically through the fire, dodging falling debris trying to save my family while simultaneously trying to find a way out through smoky vision and darkness. The fire… Continue reading Two Cents Tuesday: Sitting in the Dark
To say I had a good childhood would be true...until I was 12 that is. Then shit hit the fan. To protect my family who may read this and for those who know them, I'll leave it to your imagination to understand how a young girl with a bright future chose victimhood, resentment, booze, sex… Continue reading My Past Doesn’t Define Me. It Inspires Me.
I’ve always been acutely aware of people’s hesitation to ask for help especially among mothers. There’s this weird pride that seems to come forward when facing the beautiful truth that sometimes we just can’t do it all. But recently, I’ve really noticed the shame that seems to accompany needing help. When are women (and specifically… Continue reading The Beauty in Asking for Help