The foundation isn’t going to crack. Maybe get a little weather-worn but paint will fix it up and we’ve got plenty of that in the form of laughter.
I don’t think anyone could have saved me. Not Jesus, not the warmth of a small child, not a favorite song or a cry from a friend, “How could you be so selfish?!”
How did they not see – how to we not see – that it isn’t about selfishness. It’s about escaping from a prison. You can’t tell me to hold on when absolutely nothing within me believes there is anything worth holding on for.
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Howdy, folks! I’m sure if you’ve been around recently you’ve noticed some changes ’round these parts. I’m currently editing the site to make it much more user friendly. A few important additions: The sidebar menu has become a much easier way to navigate. A “Published Works” page can be found in the menu, so you can […]
I’m after a chance of hope, the last sputter of light from a dying fire, wondering why you won’t send off a brighter spark for me.
One of my most pleasant memories of us as a family is driving on the highway between Redmond and Bellevue, going east, to where we lived in our very first (and last, come to think of it) two story home. The grey Dodge Neon with a six disc CD changer which all of us prized […]
Am I supposed to feel like a slut or is that just a natural side effect of the surreptitious consequences that come along with being a sexual abuse survivor? – See more at: http://femininecollective.com/mechanical-progress/#sthash.pAE31rP5.dpuf