Rachel Hollis said, "Everything does NOT happen for a reason, but you can FIND a meaning in anything." My first miscarriage is the first thing that came to mind. Every time I read "everything happens for a reason," my heart hardens and grows colder, the hair on the back of my neck stands up, and... Continue Reading →
#Checkyourprivilege
The Church was on my list of parishes to check out anyway, so when I realized it had the only Mass time that would work for me today, I hurried to the car. I went back and forth the whole drive over whether it was crazy of me to skip Mass at our home parish,... Continue Reading →
Lea Michele: What I wanted to say to you back then
Lea Michele, I haven't forgotten you. For years I have had the image of you plastered in my mind from the tabloids after you found out Cory Monteith had died. My heart bled for you. There was one that talked about what he said to you in his last voicemail. It struck me as cruel... Continue Reading →
What the New York Abortion Bill Meant to Me
When I found out I was pregnant with Emma, my husband walked away from me, went upstairs and blared slipknot. I trembled downstairs in fear. When I was pregnant with Emma, my husband and I fought every single day. These were not little, meaningless spats. They were screaming arguments, "How are we going to pay... Continue Reading →
Searching for a Home
Today, I got up all bright and peppy excited for a day of submitting my work. I labored for hours over my lists of places to submit and realized I don't know where I fit. I've published some amazing stuff in mediocre ways, and I have work I'm proud of that no one has seen.... Continue Reading →
When Morning Sickness is not just Morning Sickness
Dear Reader, I am so tired. I am here to talk to you about something that not many know about, and those who do know about it know it all too well. Morning sickness is an often joked about part of pregnancy. Women on television daintily vomit into a trash can and go on about... Continue Reading →
Dear John,
Dear John Really? You still haven't called? It's been a week and a half now, and all you have done is one Facebook IM to me, and a couple responses when I talked to you last night. This wouldnt seem so weird if I didn't know your roommates. I know you've been asking about me.... Continue Reading →
The Fight
There's so much to be said today,It's like my heart might explode.Like I'm wandering in that space againWaiting to unload.There's goblins and witchesAnd demons and worseClawing at my insidesDrowning me, curseBut I find comfort in the glittering nightOf Gatsby's holy green light,The hope that he somehow held ontoWhile despair chants, so young and beautifulLike, I... Continue Reading →
The Blog of Brene BrownA beautiful friend of mine made me read The Gift of Imperfection last year, and it healed so much in me, and opened doors to other rooms of the mansion of my soul that needed healing. Thank you Brene Brown for yourself.
The Blog of Brene Brown
Writing to Write
The pen hits paper. Metaphorically. No one uses paper and pen anymore. I start speaking innermost thoughts, no feelings...no, I start painting my inner landscape outside of my body. The sadness of one day becomes a vicarious violent jaunt across a blood red sky. The joy of another becomes a happiness medley, a fogue of... Continue Reading →
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