Years

Originally posted on my Facebook profile 3/28/2020 For too many years, I have been unconsciously clinging to parts of my past that have burned me. I perpetually identified as the phoenix: burning and rising again from the ashes. Flames have a deeply-held symbolism for me. I remember the taste of gasoline when he kissed me,…

Worries about the Writing of a Memoir

I have been working diligently at revising my novel so that I can submit it to an agent I discovered through MSW (Manuscript Wish List), and while I don’t believe in putting all my eggs in one basket-because Lord knows I’m a klutz, and I’m likely to drop my basket, I am really enamored with…

Just some things

While this may look like nothing more than a handful of polished stones and a bag of lavender, this is a collection of some of the things that heal me. I realize we are all going through a maelstrom of emotions right now. The ground underneath us is shifting. But we have to find ways…

Time to Raise my Voice

Trigger Warning: This post is about rape, sexual abuse, and domestic violence. If this is upsetting to you or you don’t feel comfortable reading about these topics, please do not continue. A year ago, today, I met one of my heroes. I remember reading the novel Speak when I was in high school. My mother…

More than Just This

  My mother was a woman of faith. She believed that God was good and man was evil. I was often punished for being born a girl, though she swore up and down all she wanted a little girl. However, when I was not all pink hair ribbons and frills, she learned it was easier…

Letter to Myself

Dear Isabelle, I know you’re scared. I know as a teenager, you had this fear planted into your head that you were going to die unloved, but now, you know better. You know people have the potential of loving you. You know you’re a decent person when you dig down past your own bull shit….