the God-forsaken

In my last blog (which you can see here) I wrote the phrase “...it made more sense than anything in my god-forsaken life” - and I added, “because i’ve been feeling god-forsaken.” I said this as an afterthought of sorts and I realize people reading my blog don’t really know me and don’t know where …

 Coming Out

it's not that easy, coming out of hiding. let's be real. just ask the Lady of Shallot. the reason we retreat into a safe little hiding place inside is because the world doesn't feel like a safe place to be. we aren't stupid. we know that when we are vulnerable it will be used against …

The woes of a pissed off perfectionist

I looked my 11 year old daughter in her big round, brown eyes. I had called her into the kitchen where I was cooking supper, because i suddenly realized I had said a horrible thing to her and I had to make it right. In those big, beautiful tender eyes I saw fear and dread. I had done that. I had put that dread and fear in her heart that came spilling out of her eyes. She stood there timidly, waiting to hear what I wanted to say and my heart broke a little inside my chest.