Time Will Ease My Grief.
We all have different ways of expressing grief. As a writer, expressing my thoughts in writing is one of my best coping tools.
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The Man and the Monster.
My love could never relinquish the monster. Unless the man was ready to permanently remove the beast from himself, I could never have one without the other.
Chasing Sunsets: Life Is Too Short to Be Lived in Darkness.
If I were to die young, I’m convinced that I would have lived a full life, just like the extraordinary woman this article honors.
As the Seasons Changed: Memory of a Lost Love.
I’d never love anyone the way I loved him. “I have to go now, I’m sorry, I love you,” I said, and then turned to get out of the car.
The Little Things in Life Are the Biggest Ones.
When life feels like that, and someone vomits an affirmation in my direction, I don’t find it uplifting or inspiring. It just makes me want to slap them.
The Time Is Now: You Are the Divine Feminine.
The Divine Feminine and the Divine Masculine are coming alive. Look around, we are in a broken society that is crumbling, and you are the solution.
Hope, the Destroyer.
Women use hope to do things that are not for their greatest good. We stay in abusive relationships because we hope one day they will change.
The Only Way out Is Through, but Sometimes It Isn’t: Part Two.
After my divorce, I'd returned home. Like an abused dog, with my tail between my legs. Swapped out a broken heart for the abuse I was more familiar with.
I Look in the Mirror and See My Lines.
The notes never start with a 'Hey, how are you?' Just random scribbles, anger palpable through the lines, which direct me to take a look in the mirror.
Reminders for a Tender Heart.
I am angry and I am hardened. Teeth clenched. Heart fire roaring loudly. I am furrowed brows and strong glares and waving fists at bad drivers. I am forgetting the the tenderness. The sweet petals of compassion that used to ooze from my fingertips are no longer there. I am angry and I ...