We were just talking... like survivors do when we talk. Open, honest, raw and no bullshit. We've heard it all before, we don't need to hear it from each other. Strangers listening in might describe the conversations as brutal attacks, hitting one another with one truth after another, a no holds barred, verbal slug fest. … Continue reading Predator & Prey
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written and I mean truly written. So today I decided to speak my truths and there are so many swirling around in my mind that I’m not quite sure where to begin. I guess I’ll write you a letter and just never send it out…nothing could go … Continue reading It’s been a long time…
Juliet, a pitbull love story goes global
Quite frankly not a topic I ever wanted to discuss, which is all the more reason to put it out there and let the chips fall where they may. I was pretty much forced into this conversation by a seemingly well-meaning gentleman, although the aftermath let my insides twisted and feeling like minced meat. He … Continue reading The ugly truth.
To the man who made my mind wander, I find my mind wandering a lot lately, back to our time. That time when we suspended words...because they were not necessary. That time over campfires and moonshine and chess. That time when you watched as I captured fireflies briefly on the tips of my fingers before … Continue reading ~wander~
Dear, We'll just leave it at that. Dear. I know that most women don't come with a manual and that every woman is unique and special and beautiful but I am here to help you out. I am going to tell you exactly what I want and how I want it. I am going to tell … Continue reading I come with instructions~ An open letter to my boyfriend.
I wonder sometimes where my last piece will fall. Surely my essence, my soul, my love, my heart is not contained in a fist-sized little organ beating beneath my chest. If it was, I would already be gone. But I wonder, on drives to work, sitting alone on my couch on Saturday mornings drinking coffee, … Continue reading these pieces….
This is what 40 feels like to me. First I would like to say with 100% honesty I never dreamed I would make it to 40. I figured with all I had been through physically, mentally, emotionally...I just wouldn't be here. Let's face it, there are not a lot of single, childhood abused, teenage, homeless, … Continue reading so….here it is. This is 40.
I KNOW people are a collective pattern of behavior. I KNOW this. I subscribe to it, believe in it whole hearted. This includes myself. I am trying desperately to break patterns. I am trying to rethink my path and make decisions that are healthier, wiser and rational. I failed last night. I fell into my … Continue reading Patterns of behavior and why I am so mad.