When the world doesn’t make sense, a dream shows me the truth. I had one last night that brought me resolution from the pain of many decades.
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
We are getting some long overdue renovations done on our home. So we’ve moved out temporarily. I moved my belongings and from my closet, fell old wounds.
In how many ways shall I experience grief? I watched THAPPAD and thought about all the people who have hit me. In plural
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
“I don’t think he ever actually liked me,” I told a friend last week. Incredulous, he asked me, then why was he with you?
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.