As if I needed any more proof that I can do hard things – I returned to the belly of the beast this weekend. (I guess a refresher course is … Continue reading Belly of the beast.
Tag: survivor
Tang.
This week I made a chocolate mayonnaise cake. That’s right. A chocolate MAYONNAISE cake. It’s a vintage recipe that sounds exceptionally gross, and yet, is totally NOT! It results in … Continue reading Tang.
Odyssey.
Someday, when tales may be told of my life, I’d like the infernally overlong story to be named after me. An epic saga it is already, and I’m only thirty-three. … Continue reading Odyssey.
The blood we choose.
“Blood is thicker than water.” We hear that all the time, don’t we? A colloquialism that implies we should put family above all else. (If you’ve been reading some of … Continue reading The blood we choose.
Burn Scars.
I’ve had enough fire for a lifetime. Engulfed, And then lifted above the flare, And then engulfed for more. Scald, rinse, repeat. No salve will heal these burn scars And … Continue reading Burn Scars.
Homecoming.
…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.
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.
Journeys in the Dark 