Mad. So much mad. Every version of me, from neglected child me to abused teen me to gaslit young adult me to present-day wide awake me, are all white-hot mad. … Continue reading Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Tag: peace
Quasimodo.
Today was one of those days where I felt short-tempered and irritable and emotionally wrung out. I was bitchy at others when I knew that the real source of my … Continue reading Quasimodo.
Dandelions.
I love dandelions. My husband does not. He’s a lawn mowing enthusiast and, to him, dandelions are nothing more than pesky weeds that warrant expedient removal. He tells me they’re … Continue reading Dandelions.
White whales.
I’ve written before about how reading was my first and preferred escape from the prolonged trauma of my life for over twenty years, particularly through my teenager-hood. I was given … Continue reading White whales.
Enjoy the peace.
I’m having another one of Those moments, Sitting in the serenity Of my backyard At quiet evening, With the sun shining, The birds singing, The grass and trees lush, The … Continue reading Enjoy the peace.
Restoration.
This week, my school is on spring break. My husband and daughter and I traveled out of state to visit with my aunt (my late father’s sister), and my first … Continue reading Restoration.
Part of every journey is the end.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
A little more light.
Hanukkah is an eight-night-long holiday that celebrates our people’s victory over oppressive forces that tried to destroy us (other than its duration, you could say the same about pretty much … Continue reading A little more light.
Tread lightly.
I had a weird dream last night. I had people over for Christmas (which could easily be the weird part in itself, since we’re Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas at … Continue reading Tread lightly.
No rules.
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Journeys in the Dark 