She was still a little flushed, scattered, from the slow start to their day, muddling around the kitchen, drinking coffee, making toast and talking about the glue of
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#dealwithit My Recovery From Sexual Abuse And PTSD
#dealwithit is a book for anyone who has lost it all. If you have been shot at, faced with sudden loss, blown up, screwed over (or in my
Man Spaces
Man Spaces The Jameson bottle glistened whole mockingly in its perch. “Bloody bottle” he said “Tiger bloody Woods” I responded We laughed till we were out of breath
You’re Just Fucking Wrong
Well… I don’t know what else to say…I’m all about giving people a voice and negotiating to consensus but the bottom line is sometimes they just aren’t right and
Do you see him? He is A Survivor Too.
Do you see him? The moon is black and the ground is cold She wants to get out of town, he wants to get laid. Do you see
The first time we met
The first time we met, I was slowly sipping the morning blues away one cup at a time to the slow rhythm of the waves and the
Razor Burn
Razor burn It hurts when I walk, she said It hurts when I talk, he said They smiled. by Dr John A. King
Glass in my Soul
Sometimes just the thought of facing the day feels like broken glass in my soul Pain, frustration, discomfort should never be used as an excuse not to live,
The Promise
The promise I, ____, take you, ____, for my lawful (husband/wife), to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for
Swimming in Puddles
you may not have been born with a sunny disposition, but that doesn’t mean you have to spend your life swimming in puddles Is this the life you