1.26.2017

We will rise.



My past is a long and sordid tale. I'd buried half of it so deep inside that those memories hadn't crossed my mind in years and sometimes decades. I'd venture a guess that I don't know even 5% of the trials my grandparents endured. Each time I'm made privy to some new confession (about an older or deceased family member by a younger one who was one of only a few let it on the secret), I'm shocked that it wasn't something we talked about within our own families. Rape and incest and abuse? Check, check, check. When talking with friends, I hear the same tales. Grandma so-and-so was molested by her brother for five years. Aunt such-and-such was raped by a close family friend for a decade. My Grandma's cousin Susie-Q was raped by a date and her mom told her to keep it to herself like a good girl.

1.25.2017

A slow self-destruction courtesy of social media



I know I used to write on this blog pretty frequently. Often, the topics were congenial or trivial. Mom stuff, you know. As I pursued my business, I had less and less time for personal writing. Some days I wish I were better at balancing motherhood and business ownership while continuing in my pursuits of hobbies that bring me joy, but for now, I have to settle on work being the hobby that brings me joy. I know that in a few years, as the kids get older, I'll have more time for the pursuit of things that set my soul on fire.

Sometimes, though, things get so heavy or concerning that the only way I know to cope is to write. Lately, that's all I've done, I know. I apologize to those (two) of you still actually reading my blog who don't do heavy blog posts or hot topics. This is what I've got to offer right now.

10.08.2016

Rape Culture, as demonstrated by Donald Trump



I was 22 years old. I was single. I worked at a bar & grill and we spent most nights hanging out and drinking a few beers after work or going to the bowling alley. 

On one such night at the lanes, I found myself the object of the attention of a cute boy. It was supposed to be innocent. Fresh off a relationship, he was just your regular rebound. There wasn't anything special about him except that he was freakishly tall and thick. I'd never dated anyone really tall before.

9.26.2016

A promise of a new day





This weekend, mom and I loaded up a suitcase, hopped into her little silver Corolla and hit the highway, beach-bound. I've never made it a secret that there's no place on earth that gets me like the ocean.