Category: Find your flow

Complex.

It was a simple question. “What happened here?” Though I knew specifically what she was talking about, I mindlessly went down so many other roads. Like those nights when I was 10 and felt so small and helpless because there was yelling and arguing…

I am not ashamed

Writing the headline feels like a lie. I suppose it means I’ve been living with shame far too long. I know now what it smells like… sin and shame. It smells the way my VW smelled this week when my cat piled out of…

I am not helpless

Their strained, angry voices would wake me from sleep in my basement bedroom. When I recall them now, though – I hear the fear. My dad was afraid he couldn’t provide for our family. He was afraid he couldn’t measure up to my mother’s…

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