writer's block writer's block writing not a word oh how crappy it is to blog when imagination's not stirred words by Nonie - to the tune of Jingle Bells
Have you ever tried to cross a bridge before you got to it? Wait... don't answer that so quickly. Have you ever tried to live tomorrow today? Nope... don't answer that either. Have you ever tried to finish a project before you started it? Hey... I said to stop answering. See I am asking because I … Continue reading We Will Cross That Bridge When We Get To It
Free After years of being held emotionally captive, a recent event severed the ties that had me bound and I was set free. He made a choice to finally let me go. It was conscience and intentional. It was shocking. We'd been estranged for years and years at my choice. It was the only way I … Continue reading What Happens When Freedom Sets You Adrift?
This quote is kicking my butt. There is so much truth to it, but it is still so difficult to write the words. There are stories to tell, yes, but what will they cost? I've already paid a huge price by just living inside of them, and while I cannot lose some of the same things … Continue reading They’re My Stories I’ll Tell Them If I Want to…maybe.
I was 10 when he said my grandmother could no longer buy me Easter dresses because he wanted to do so. I was 11 the only year he did. That same year he wanted to buy my bathing suit and my first bra. He continued to be interested to a degree when or if ("if" because now … Continue reading No More Easter Dresses
All I Have to Do is Dream The mind is an awesome and terrible thing. As I sit here, I cannot flush away thoughts of the bad dream I had last night. It has just enough basis in reality that it could have happened, and yet it did not. It was just a dream. Party … Continue reading Dream a Little Dream of Me…having an arguement with my brother in a hallway of rooms filled with people in a building in which I’ve never been?
The scars never seem to stop being sensitive. I feel empty. Then comes the pain. And the reminders that it has never really felt like anyone loved me as much as I wanted to be loved. I know that sounds selfish, perhaps a little silly, but tonight I don't care. I know God loves me … Continue reading Scars