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Stump, dead, abuse & Klieg lights.

When she was seven, before I had met her father and later adopted her and her brothers, my (not-yet) daughter went to school with a large burn on the underside of her elbow.   2,740 more words

She (Short Story)

I’d love some feedback or constructive criticism if you don’t mind. I wrote this a while ago but haven’t had the nerve to post it until now. 3,029 more words


Book Review: My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry by Fredrik Backman is my favorite World’s Best Book Club selection so far.  Granny is a retired, wildly eccentric surgeon.   369 more words

Domestic Violence

Creative Ways to Send Healing Energy Long Distance

So I decided to share this for those who have loved ones who reside far away, and because I just love my sister and… I love to create art for my blog posts and I needed a reason to LOL… 703 more words


The grip of depression 

I have not written for at least 6 months. I have been in the tight jaws of that nasty animal called “depression”. It did not want to let go and I fought hard, but alas, I have found hope and see light at the end of the tunnel. 488 more words

Abuse Recovery

My Mum, My Blueprint

Take away the fact that we were nothing but punch bags, scapegoats, underdogs, nuisances and inconveniences, take away the finer details of the reason we’re all here reading this blog post; the bottom line is we all grew up without our mums. 1,716 more words