Where else can you go to play pingpong with Gandalf?
He’s always so cocky with his “you shall not pass”, and then I get all up in his grill, whip around with a spin so fast it causes him to stumble back like the lash of the Balrog and smash the ball past him and say “who’s passing NOW Biatch? Continue reading →
This was originally posted on my Word Laboratory™ Blog, but today during an interview for my book, I referenced this story, (I’ll tell you about that later) and in light of my book Broken As I Am being in production, … Continue reading →
I have a wonderful memory of sitting on my mother’s knee, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulder as one of my siblings brushed it out, and reading what I assume, judging from the pictures in my mind, was … Continue reading →
…there are those who are safe and who listen with open hearts and tender hands. You cannot heal a wound that is gaping wide and covered with infection. Let someone see you. I know. I know it is terrifying. But one day, you will find—if it hasn’t happened already, that it gets harder and harder to get yourself out of those internal fortresses. Continue reading →
It fills you with rage When someone has taken your power from you, whether that be by rape or abuse or by overturning your hand when you thought that you were in control, there are many, many feelings that tangle … Continue reading →
I believe that there is a God in heaven whose heart not only breaks over the injustice of abuse (whether by another’s hand or our own) but who actively provides the way back to hope. Who offers his hand in pity and protection and, although we do not feel it when the slice of life cuts through our very core, I believe that he is good. Continue reading →