SUNDAY CONFESSIONS: I Went Streakin’
When I was 11-years old (almost 12) in the 6th grade, my breasts were pretty much the same size as they are today, which is substantial. There were only two … Continue reading
I Don’t Know Everything…
I don’t know everything. No one can possibly know everything and yet, over the years, many people have accused me of being a “know-it-all”. I suppose their deduction would be … Continue reading
Kicking the Dog
The pain in my gut from your shoe-kick of words takes my breath away and words are lost in the shame and sorrow as I kneel in regret and remorse. … Continue reading
One Ugly Summer Night
We were supposed to go play tennis. I don’t even play tennis, but she had insisted and had made a big deal out of “making time” to play tennis with … Continue reading
When Toy Guns Equal Real Bullets
If a lack of remorse and accountability are an ailment, America has an epidemic and sadly it is spreading within the ranks of those who are sworn to protect us. … Continue reading
Take Your Power Back: Life After Abuse
Moving on from an abusive relationship — whether physical or emotional, is not as easy as simply ending the relationship and although physical damage may heal over time, the lasting impact on … Continue reading
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