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It’s the bravest work a person can do. Opening your eyes to the sound of your alarm. Heart breaking and tearing apart at the seams after a long, tormenting and sleepless night. Your tired body, your tired soul, want nothing more than to just exist within the warmth of yourself. Unwilling to expose your heartContinue reading “Bravery.”


I love that the turn of spring is occurring during this season of my life. The days are growing longer. The weather, growing warmer. Signs of life are sprouting all around. My soul, delighted by each new flower as it blooms. The earth is reawakening. And so am I. The bright, vibrant colors of myContinue reading “Stay.”


My heart has lost its home. My life’s light, my favorite and most precious thing in this world. Gone. Heartbreak was something I was never supposed to feel again. Yet here I am, swallowed in its darkness once more. The fire to my earth has been extinguished and turned to ash. I am left alone,Continue reading “Gone.”


The devil of my life’s experiences sits comfortably on one of my shoulders and whenever something good happens, he whispers, “This isn’t going to work. It’s too good. Nothing in your life works out, this won’t either.” I sometimes wonder, in my adult life, as if I’m cursed. That – somehow – the universe keepsContinue reading “Cursed.”

Coming out. Part one.

“Coming out. The two words that defined my entire life thus far. The words I feared. The day I dreaded. I was about to lose everything.” I grew up in a big house in the middle of the woods. The trees and the stream running through our property raised me. Where other girls my ageContinue reading “Coming out. Part one.”

Me too. Part four. Family.

“My trauma was hidden and swept under the rug. That day, my trauma became a secret.” Sexual assault isn’t something that just happens and then it’s over. It isn’t just one event – it’s a series of events. Like an earthquake that tears apart the earth. The magnitude of destruction does not stop at groundContinue reading “Me too. Part four. Family.”

Me too. Part three.

“I was naked. My clothes were taken and examined for evidence. I was urine and blood tested. The bottoms of my fingernails were scraped. I was swabbed on every surface and crevice of my body…” The phone call I made to my mother that dreadful morning is something that still deeply scars her to thisContinue reading “Me too. Part three.”

Me too. Part two.

“He killed someone. Those three words kept circling in my brain. He killed someone. He could kill me.”  Part two. May 11th. Today is my birthday.  It was a hot, sunny, glorious, early July day. It was, in fact, two days before the heavily celebrated, heavily anticipated, 4th of July. My family has a beach house onContinue reading “Me too. Part two.”

Me too. Part one.

“He was grooming me. He groomed me for years.” Me too. I mentioned in my first post “Beginnings.” that some of my stories would make you cringe. I feel a moral obligation to offer a clear warning that this post will do just that. You will not laugh. A smile will not creep across yourContinue reading “Me too. Part one.”


“I hate homosexuality. I hate heterosexuality. I hate that they’re things that exist. I hate them.”  …Me. Me. The mess that is me. Where do I even start? As I sit here still longing for words to flow, maybe that’s where I start. The struggle of finding words. Moreover, the struggle of emitting my emotions.Continue reading “Me.”


“As immediate as gunpowder igniting a bullet, my next thought was. My next thought. My next thought is the defining moment of my love for you. My next thought.” You. I told you something tonight that I have kept to myself for months. Let’s be honest though, I keep most things to myself. This though.Continue reading “You.”


“She went and sat on one of the chairs in the living room, overlooking the bay. I paced back and forth in the kitchen. I couldn’t stand still. I was shaking. Pacing. I knew I had to tell her. In that moment I knew it was time to stop forcefully swallowing those three words. TheyContinue reading “Kathryn.”


“My stories. Some will make you laugh. Some will make you cry. Some will make you cringe. My stories are a mixture of happiness and deep, dark hauntings.” Beginnings. This is so beyond overdue, my mind is a swirling mess trying to decipher where to start. I wish as humans we had the ability toContinue reading “Beginnings.”

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