I’m a big fan of honesty. I think if we hurt we should speak. We shouldn’t suffer in silence. But I have learned, over and over again, not every feeling or emotion needs to see the light of day in order for us to heal. In fact, voicing certain feelings can be harmful to other…
She sat wondering what he saw in her She wasn’t the colorful person anymore The one that laughed louder than most Danced until her legs gave way to gravity She wasn’t the girl with the goth hair Or the one wearing the fishnets and heels She wasn’t that girl anymore She was too old, too…
Crashes about on rocks Sharp, cutting, slicing The wind keeps following Pushing me to move But I don’t want to, can’t Legs feel like headstones As sand etches words Into my broken skin My lips hide from hope As my heart leaps And falls back again A painfully dark cycle I stand as a…
I was raised by my dad to believe I was strong. That I could do anything I put my mind to. And I believed him. When it came to work ethic and morality I was as strong as most. Put a goal in front of me and I would smash it to pieces. But……
Around Valentine’s Day of this year my daughter told me she was going to celebrate strong women. She said not everyone has a boyfriend and (she was 12) not everyone wants one. So I thought let’s do it. So the question is simple. If you were going to celebrate a strong independent woman in your…
It has been a few ticks around the clock since I announced I wanted to do a strong independent woman series in honor of my daughter. Several people sent me their submissions and all of them have been very gracious to give me some time off before posting them. The truth is I needed these…
I received this email last Friday and wanted to share what my friend wrote. It reminds me of C.S. Lewis’s THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS, which is among my favorite written work. As my friend was in Texas enduring Harvey’s violence I was sitting here in Oklahoma wishing I could help somehow. Other than writing a few…
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