Freedom Day 2020
It’s been 28 years since I was struck in violence. What does that really mean?
The Rio Grande Gorge New Mexico is the “Land of Enchantment” and as I prepared for the solo drive I wondered if there would be hidden triggers. There were and a few were difficult but for the most part, the trip did exactly what I hoped it would do…overwrite the past memories of fear and […]
So often people want to label us as something that may or may not apply. Far too many of us that have suffered at the hands of our abusers fall into what has the unfortunate label of “victim mentality.” Some of us fight so hard against that label that we become militant survivors. Some slip […]
I have never been a fan of Mr. Rogers but he shared something important back in 1986 or so. He would tell the story of how his mother helped him feel safe growing up. “Always look for the helpers,” she’d tell me. “There’s always someone who is trying to help.” It wasn’t until I had […]
It’s not that I did anything “wrong” but learning to stop the old tapes of being told I was worthless (“you’re fat, ugly, and stupid”) takes time. I had to learn to forgive myself for not always being present as a mother, a friend, a teacher, or as a Priestess. I had to learn to […]
Every story needs some background. A place to put things into context. To accomplish this, I’m relying on posts from a failed blog attempt some years ago. Bear with me as I try to put some of the mosaics of my life in order to help make the forward movement make sense: It didn’t start […]