…found it. I won’t say I spoke too soon, yesterday. It’s just that we hadn’t gone to the right spot yet. There’s a place in this world where I find … Continue reading Homecoming.
No going back.
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back?” -Frodo, … Continue reading No going back.
Waves and tides.
I’m standing about knee deep in the ocean, and the waves are strong. I’m doing what I can to find purchase in the sand, gripping with my toes, to help … Continue reading Waves and tides.
Cellular regeneration.
I’ve read somewhere that all the cells in our body regenerate every, like, seven years. I’m not sure if it’s true, but it’s an intriguing concept. My husband and kid … Continue reading Cellular regeneration.
Of blessed memory.
My grandmother would have turned 83 today. I think this is the first time in a very long time that I feel more blessed by her memory than sad that … Continue reading Of blessed memory.
Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Sprinkled all over my blog are discussions of the utmost importance of boundaries. As someone who grew up without them and had to insert them herself as an adult – … Continue reading Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Look down. Look back.
Don’t look down, they say. Don’t look back. Keep your eyes straight ahead toward where you’re going, rather than focusing on everything you’re putting behind you. I think the intention … Continue reading Look down. Look back.
Just somebody.
That feeling when your daughter comes across your old photo album full of family pictures, and wants to look through it to see you as a baby, and you start … Continue reading Just somebody.
Learning to function. (TW: assault, rape, aftermath)
I had a dentist appointment this morning. Routine, but overdue, I’d had to reschedule it several times over the last three months. My hygienist was at the reception desk when … Continue reading Learning to function. (TW: assault, rape, aftermath)
Hippo birdie days.
Some days are just fucking hard. All days have their challenges, some small, some massive, and a variety in between. And I do believe that no challenge is insurmountable, even … Continue reading Hippo birdie days.
Journeys in the Dark 