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Grit. Gratitude. Grass.
Hope Floats
How the hell did I wind up in this situation? Was I that idiotic? That naïve? That would be a resounding HELL NO! I’m a badass, intelligent; failure is never an option, type of woman.
My Reason for the Season
It was now our second holiday season after moving out. I had made it on my own for a year. Hanging on by my fingernails, but still surviving.
Reiki Me This
Reiki is a Japanese relaxation technique. It can reduce stress, helping aid the body’s ability to self-heal. It is meant to be IN ADDITION to medical treatment, it does not replace it.
Violated: Part 1
Construction crews began to start their day and that was about it. I knew someone was behind me, but shoved down the feelings that something was off. Even though everything in my body was telling me to run, I continued to act as if nothing was wrong.
Violated: Part 2
The physical pain was much easier to deal with than the psychological. Physical touch was difficult for me post-assault, but being around men became unbearable.
Multiple Sclerosis Awareness Month: What About Them?
It was dinnertime one evening in 2012. I noticed my right hand had stopped responding. Fucking wonderful. I had no health insurance at the time, but I went to the ER anyway.
Paused In Palm Springs
In an attempt to conquer the fantasy of the elusive work/life balance, I’m packing up the Passat and heading out to Palm Springs. Spending time with my son and friends, visiting Desert X , and hitting the reset button will be the only items on my agenda.
Cinthya Jun: Mexican-American, Hairstylist, & Mother-Hustler
Once you meet Cinthya Jun, it is blatantly obvious why we became friends. She is warm, kind, patient, knowledgeable, and has a style that can’t help, but get noticed.
CANNABIS: A 4/20 Healing Story
“When you smoke the herb, it reveals you to yourself.” Bob Marley
Post 12: Title T.B.D.
I’m currently still living in the aftermath of life post-separation. Because addiction is involved, it adds a layer of chaos and uncertainty, to an already stressful mix.
Watchlist for Hellish Times
I would watch these shows as a way to survive the invisible prison my ex’s addiction had placed me in. It wasn’t until later I realized this was a coping mechanism.
M is for…
As mothers, our children’s pain is our pain. For those of us that are empaths, and in tune with the energies and emotions around us, it is the equivalent of a gut punch to your third eye. Is that a thing?
July
It was July 9th, I was fully vaccinated, and the Claremont Village was slowly coming back to life. At that time my ex had been missing for three days.
July Continued
As I crossed the street, the details of the shop became clearer. The sun had made its way to the east and its rays bounced off the gold lettering on the barbershop’s window. Stay Gold glistened in the sunlight.
The Beginning of Maybe
I tried to shove down the echo of irrational ramblings and appear as if nothing was wrong.
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