No, I don’t have any fancy cures. You don’t need to send any money to a 1-800 number. I just want to share something that lifts me up and makes my heart rejoice every time I hear it: God loves me, and he forgives me! I thought I was unloveable…scared, addicted, violent, crazed and oh, […]
I think it is a challenge to live a solitary life. I don’t dislike it, but I reminisce too much about sad events. It’s like my past has tentacles that slither out of the photo albums, out of the closets, out of the desks and cabinets to wrap themselves, insinuate themselves into my present. I […]
Grumble. Growl. Grunt. . Swear. Sweat. Stomp. . Punch. Pound. Pant. . Breathe. Binge. Boss. . Shout. Scream, Smear. . Fall in a heap, exhausted. Then get up, clean up, and do it all over again. . There is joy in this. This “living” we do. No matter how sweaty, or dirty, or ugly, this […]
Written after Fighting With Myself All Night . Jehovah knows my suffering, hears my pleas each day . He knows the pain this madness brings, knows I’m made of clay . I thought I’d be forsaken, and all my hope was lost . […]
Righty O! How about that Picture, huh? Oh, my… . That’s my “I’m so tired I can fall down right in this spot and sleep for a month” face. And it’s none too pretty. It’s also the most unflattering view of my nose…I was never unhappy with my nose until my Ex broke it . […]
Should we tell our secrets? Burden our loved one’s with them? Jeopardize our relationships with society, our peers? Risk our reputations? . Many people choose not to. Instead they carry that burning bucket of nastiness hidden away deep inside. Letting it rot away all their prospects for joy, searing their potential away […]
I do silly things sometimes. Fairly often, in reality. Most of the time they are thoughtless mistakes, quickly forgotten by all who have been effected by them. There was a time, in the past life I lived, the one I talk so much about on this site, that I did intentionally bad things. Things that […]
What do I say to a black mother whose son was murdered at the hands, or knee, of a white man? . I saw George dying, in front of all the world, murdered. Every fiber of my being cried out for action to save him, knock that cop off of him, hurt those who were […]
Inside this space, cuddling with you . My heart swells, maternal love, here beside you . My Child, you aren’t alone- I will never leave you . Such lies I told , afterward , I bereaved you. . Mommy and Susie -so, so true . You were not my mother, you… . are… my […]
Run, full out, for half a mile. Sleep, for eight hours and awaken, refreshed. Look intently into my true love’s eyes. Spend a whole day free of pain. Hear the ocean’s crashing waves outside my bedroom door. Write a piece of poetry to make a reader cry. Touch someone.
