I really love clothes. Or I did, anyway, until somehow that became not okay. But that’s another topic, the shame that’s thrown onto survivors for loving things that’s just for them. Anyway. I wore a red satin skirt to work once. That’s it. That’s all I got. I wore a…
And so here on this altar built there with stones thrown at me by You And so carefully gathered by Me I finally set down that false image of justice. I toss the match, watch fake promises burn — Their voices like specters dance then howl in the flames. The…
“We need to talk” might be the four worst words exchanged between friends. Generally speaking you know fantastic news won’t be following. It’s not like a person will say, “We need to talk because I have 1500 fifteen hundred cupcakes to give you. Right now.” I have to tell you:…
I invited passion back into my life this year after ignoring it for so long. Passion had, in my mind, become something to stifle in my voice and my heart for many reasons. And in so doing I had killed a part of myself that was integral to…
#Reverb12, Day 21: What items did you tick off your dream list in 2012? What other, unexpected, dreams came to fruition? I grew up surrounded by hot glue guns, felt, styrofoam balls and tole paint. I went around town with my mother to fabric stores buying lace and…
#Reverb12, Day 17: How will you continue to make a difference in 2013? I will continue being myself in 2013 but a little older, a little more weary yet more open. I will continue working towards forgiveness and healing while still being a pinch jaded. I will be more…
