My head is killing me. I’ve spent the last half an hour crying. NO. This is my year to break free. This is my year to break free. Not fucking break down again. And all I have been able to do is sit, almost curled in a ball for weeks. That is a normal for… Continue reading I WILL BREAK FREE…
The night before last, I started to write about something I saw one of my children post on Facebook. Instead, I ended up writing about other things. Things that were easier for me to process. My child posted a short edited clip of Ashton Kutcher testifying in front of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Mr.… Continue reading THORN
I was a runaway. Not in the traditional sense of the word. Truth is, I may have survived better had I left home at thirteen. Maybe not. I wouldn’t have gotten the education I received. But, I also would have been saved years of abuse. Probably traded for abuse on the street. I don’t know… Continue reading I’M STILL A RUNAWAY
I think I finally, once and for all, totally get, anonymous. I understand why, when someone writes an autobiography, anonymously, that it says..”certain events have been changed or modified to protect the people in this story”. Names, well, those are a given. And that, is what I did wrong. I told too much of my… Continue reading ANONYMOUSLY CC
So I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw a page called Hooker Bitch Barbie. My first thought was, “Fuck you, Amy Schumer. Hasn’t Barbie suffered enough at the thought of you..sadly attempting to be her?” It was then I breathed a sigh of relief and realized my ignorance. No one would pay money to… Continue reading BACK OFF BARBIE
I’ve written about the press and it’s death on several posts the last year. They are gone now, they went with the rest of the blog posts that were deleted. But..the facts remain. The half truths, the misleading of it’s readers and viewers. Journalists should be ashamed. It has been spiraling downward for years. I… Continue reading FAKE NEWS?