No More Easter Dresses

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


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