Life Unpacked

Three weeks ago, we loaded up a much-too-small Uhaul, three vehicles, 2 kids and a cat for a 500-mile trek across three states. We took 2 days to make the trip, stopping to have a good dinner and sleep in a nice hotel for the night, letting the kids burn some energy in the pool …

And for Our Next Adventure

Here we go - on to the next adventure!

The “I am who I am” syndrome

There is something amazing in watching someone transform into a more beautiful version of their-self. Whether it is to become a responsible adult, a loving and responsible mother or father, a respectable husband or wife, a child's role model ... growth is beautiful.

This is Me

The lasting effects of domestic violence and abuse are not always black and white. As I'm learning to accept the harshness that was my reality, better understand the ways in which the abuse I endured have shaped the person I am, and am growing into the person I was meant to be - I'm realizing that this struggle is long, hard, and lonely. That the world - society - pushes against survivors as we strive to take our lives and freedoms back. We are brushed under the rug and, as I have recently experienced, not always seen or heard when we should be. Law does not protect us, or assist us in protecting our children. And many of the people we look to for support turn their heads the other way

Growing Me …

I am 38-years-old. It has taken me most of my life to begin figuring out who I am. I am not there yet - there are still gray areas [oh, how I hate gray areas] and perhaps I am still growing into the Me I am meant to be. But I am starting to love …

“What do you want to do for the Rest of your Life?”

Earlier this week, I was asked a very basic question. It took me by surprise though - and left me really thinking. "Are you happy with your job? Is it what you want to do for the rest of your life?" For the first part - yes. Yes: I am happy with my job. I …

Wine and Books

I used to be obsessed with romance. I couldn't get enough. I immersed myself into books as though they were the oxygen I needed to survive. I watched movie after movie. And I spent hours upon hours writing love shorts and erotic snippets to appease the romantic dreamer inside me. That was as close as …

Here we go … Again

Isn't it funny how ...  I'm always drawn back to blogging. It's that damn alter-ego, I tell you. She misses her voice. It may also be the inability to otherwise express myself as freely as I seem to be able when I sit down to write. Perhaps it is just that, when all the bricks …

Oh, Love …

Oh, Love ... How sweet your fragrance lingers in the unmade bed of lovers who have only met the night before and turned to each other for love. But oh, should we not confuse you with lust, with desire, with sex? Should it be told to all, that love is not defined by the thirsty …

Newsflash – I’m an “expectant mother,” and I don’t give a monkey’s ass whose feelings it hurts!

Okay, here it is - that article that hit my nerve like a hammer to the knee-cap - and excuse me, but I'm not going to sugar-coat for the sake of anyone's feelings. Exercise of Freedom of Speech in progress ... The Bullshit Article that Has Many Rolling with Laughter and Crying at the Same …