Once upon a time there was an ordinary girl. Or it least she felt like one. She had a mom, a dad, and two brothers. She always had a home, loving grandparents, wonderful Christmas and birthday memories, friends and a fun childhood. One day everything changed. The ‘dad’ made a choice to become the predator,
Stone gaze, sharp sight, Blue eyes zero in, Peeling back layer by layer Of your mask. If you took the time, To pluck feather by feather, The red sheen blinding your eyes like Fire, You would find a vulnerable soft mass, Of skin and burned bones.
This past week I was in Chico visiting family. We normally go to Chico for major holidays, but my sister in law and I planned a spontaneous trip. This was a big deal for me because it was also the first trip I would be taking without my husband and that means I had sole
I am only a week into sharing my heart with the world and I already feel like I have been dragged through the mud like a helpless animal, cold, damp ground beneath my limp body, branches and rocks scraping and scratching at my flesh, helpless, and out of control…you get the picture. But why do
I’ve always wondered what it’s like To have a father tuck you in at night Safe and sound, He doesn’t ask For things only a man in your bed At 4 am after too much rum and coke Would take from you. A father to share hopes and dreams with, To ask advice about boys