I was ashamed of being small and skinny. I was ashamed of being smart and creative, but not in conventional ways. I was ashamed of being introverted. I was ashamed when I couldn’t live up to other people’s expectations, especially those I loved. I was ashamed because everyone else told me my life had a… Continue reading Ashamed No More
This is a repost of a blog I wrote last year. After cruising through my social media feeds this morning, I felt like today was a good day to repost it. Feel free to share. Sometimes, Christmas sucks. It’s not a popular sentiment, I know, but I’ve seen a large number of Facebook posts this year… Continue reading When Christmas Sucks
History isn’t only written by the winners – everyone writes their own history. Whether we choose for our history to be a weight around our neck or wings on our back is entirely up to us.
I couldn’t sleep last night. My neighbor’s to the back apparently were conducting search and rescue missions in their backyard, because a massive floodlight lit up the back of my house, a light so bright it was sufficient for identifying insects in their yard with the naked eye. From my patio. Over 300 feet away.… Continue reading Stillborn, Still Here
You never get used to standing over your child’s grave. Not when it’s open, waiting on the coffin to be lowered. Not when the first shovel full of dirt hits the top of the vault. Not when the last shovel full of dirt gets patted into place and the flowers get draped over the mound.… Continue reading The Most Tragic of All Wounds