childhood
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I fell. She fell. He Knew.
There are key moments in life that sticks with people, shapes them, molds them. Good or bad. We try to ignore the bad, some of us try to bury them deep, retell the story so it doesn’t taint what or who they are trying to protect. Sometimes the retelling becomes the reality, the memory. It’s… Continue reading
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A beginning…
It’s been another busy couple of months, honestly I have spent more time reading words than writing them. But I have been working on a little something. I’m not sure where I am going to go with this, but I do know that the words have just been pouring out of me, desperate to tell… Continue reading
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Walls
I don’t remember a lot of things from my childhood. And a lot of what I do remember is painful. Or I just don’t know if what I remember actually happened or was just told to me. As an adult now I understand that memory loss is a part of growing up with trauma. The… Continue reading
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Bus Stop Blues
It was a cold morning. Not the frozen winter kind of cold. But the turn of the season, end of October cold. She was slouched down with her back against the wall and her head in her knees crying. Many mornings were spent like this back then, but no one really knew. She was wearing… Continue reading
About Me
Just your normal millennial trying to make it in this world. I love going to new cities, eating new foods and meeting new people- but I usually prefer the company of my cats. I’m inviting you to come laugh, cry, travel and eat with me on the crazy ride we call adulthood.
Someday, Today 