One of my favorite lines from the movie Elf is when Buddy says “I just like to smile. Smiling is my favorite.” I like to smile, too, and these days, it’s truly coming from an authentic place. But when I was younger, it was sometimes to hide pain that was too shameful to talk about. This … Continue reading The Smile in front of the Pain
I skip, he runs, like best friends do, across the crunchy gravel road, no cares to carry taking us to the mountain of red-orange clay to run and wrestle the dirt that stains the white within an inch of it. I am four, he, five; our friendship igneous by our love of the earth. … Continue reading Red Clay Mountain
You'll never find joy if you stay with your abuser. Why? I'll give you my top three reasons. There are so many, but I'll stick with three for now. An abusive spouse/boyfriend becomes your prison guard...from which to escape. He controls you. The way he treats you, which is a systematic plan of dominating you, … Continue reading You must leave your abuser to find Joy
We were just back from our honeymoon when my new husband didn't like something I said, and he backhanded me across the face. It was the first time he ever hit me. I sat, stunned, my teeth ringing, as his wedding band, the symbol of forever love, smashed into my mouth. I tasted blood. My … Continue reading Domestic violence hits close to home
A friend of mine told me about a church she knows of that is exacting discipline on a woman because she filed for divorce from her husband. She claims he emotionally abused her. The elders, all male, in the church say that she has no “biblical basis” for divorce. Therefore, they are “disciplining” her. I’ll make … Continue reading Run Free, Woman!
I’m not talking about when you’re driving in 5:00 traffic and the universe has it out for you because each time you change lanes, the lane you ease into slows down to a crawl. Or when you’ve put all your weeks’ worth of groceries on the belt, there are two people behind you, and the … Continue reading Do You Feel Trapped?
Don't go Please don't leave again Every time if feels like my heart will bleed to death Or I will cease to be It's not the same It's not the same without you here Birds don't sing Music don't play And I can't breathe Until you come home. As I sat on our bed watching … Continue reading Poetry and freedom