Finding my voice
He called me later that evening, with drink in hand, and I told him…I told him everything.
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During my last session, my therapist asked me to describe my mother. I said, old, frail and less independent than she used to be. She then asked, “How do I feel when I think about my mother?” “Sad and disappointed.” She then asked me, “What does she look like to you now? How would you…
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When I went to court to sue my ex-husband John in court in Texas, I was certain that the court would find the case in my favor, after all, John did owe me for his portion of the community debt incurred during our 5 plus years of marriage. Still, I was nervous, because I haven’t…
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One day, we all sat down for dinner. My big brother Shem and I were sitting down at the table and my mom and dad were sitting on the sofa in front of the tv. We started to eat dinner then my mom yelled, I looked and saw I forgot to put the water jug…
I write this for the little scared girl I was many decades ago. This is not your shame to carry and not your secrets to keep.
the rabbit and the lotus 