Prodigal Son 

For Americana Injustica – I felt inspired to write this based on both of our experiences Oh no – You don’t get to have a case A plea or grain of saving grace Your pain did more than stay within It bled to the innocent, expanded your sin You’re forgiven now? Must be nice That…

Displaced Little Girl

A displaced little girl wept years in silence. She pressed on night and day to keep on living and tried too many ways to keep her soul alive. This was the recent Facebook status of my cousin “M”, who was abused for 12+ years by my uncle “Benj”, though he doesn’t deserve that endearing nickname….

I Will Remember You

This weekend was a whirlwind full of high emotion, sleep deprivation and endless errands, mixed in with outbursts and continuing family sagas. My recovery and ability to be mindful were stuffed into the crevices of my mind on purpose to be able to get through the last few days. As a result, I feel a…

Changing Tides

I know it’s the 4th of July, and I should be out around town, doing interesting things, but feelings don’t wait for the right time to interrupt life’s events. They interrupt whenever they wish, and I feel it’s important to write them down. Last night, as with most nights, I went to bed by myself…

Everything Happens for a Reason?

Originally Posted on December 20, 2011 to my former blog, “The Melancholy Spitfire” At least once or twice a week I hear the phrase “Everything Happens for a Reason”, and I can’t help but cringe each time I do, because I hardly think that the people saying it are aware of what they’re communicating or…