You can’t choose your family. You are born into the family that you’re born into. They can’t choose […]
Category Archive: on being…
Autobiographical posts.
And not very logical. I spend the vast majority of my time bemoaning the state of my stagnant […]
This is a fictional account of real events. Originally, I tried to write this post from my perspective, […]
Whenever I read your words, there is a tiny part somewhere in the back of my brain that […]
I read a post this morning by Aussa Lorens on how she got a restraining order. Her story […]
Warning: This post has graphic depictions of sexual abuse and domestic violence. Triggers ahoy. Do any of you […]
Detroit, Michigan, Friday, December 23, 1994, c. 11:00 PM. “Are you ready yet?” “Where are we going?” I […]
I’ve been working on a series of musical posts this month. It’s harder than it seems. Putting together […]
I was sexually abused as a child. The end. Alright, not the end. It was just the beginning. […]
I have a lot of it–more than some, less than others. By definition, I am middle-aged. I am […]
I’ve been addicted to more things than I can count. For reference, I just made this handy chart. […]
I have posttraumatic stress disorder comorbid with major depressive disorder. Comorbid basically means existing simultaneously, but it’s such an […]
I’ve been through a lot of crap in my life. More than some, far less than others; I […]
I have them. I have severe trust issues. It takes a long, long time to get to know […]
“So, how does it feel to sleep with another woman’s husband?” He reached over me on the bed, […]
I suck at French. I can’t say or spell anything in French. Why do you bother putting letters […]
Fish Of Gold 