I deeply and truly need to express my gratitude to idealize blog for awarding me with The Phoenix Award, without knowing that the Phoenix itself holds such a soft close space in my heart. The post chosen for this award is perfect for this time of my life since I've been feeling oh so weak and… Continue reading The Phoenix Award
Was going through some of my old postings and decided to repost this poem I wrote. To regret the things I’ve Always done And continue still to do. To lay my heart upon my sleeve Like my mother told me not to do. To become one which is unknown to me, Oh I swear this… Continue reading Losing Love…. A Poem.
For those of you with writers block… A reward system 😉
The first week of January is behind us. Our good intentions and resolutions are still written boldly across our hearts and days in what looks like indelible ink, but past experience has proven again and again that those fresh, black statements are less permanent than they seem.
In a few weeks time, it’s all too likely that our commitment will begin to waver, our resolve will begin to crack, and reality will insert itself into our daily rounds in the most inconvenient (not to mention inconsiderate) ways.
This is when you need to do whatever it takes to hold your ground.
This is not the time to let a little stumble send you sliding down the slippery slope of I’ll-get-back-on-track-tomorrow.
Don’t wait. Bring out the big guns.
When your inner writer begins to wobble, skip the pep talk and the whip cracking and go for the bribe.
That’s right. Bribe…
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If only my husband would read ❤
Anyone can be a victim. It takes such strength and courage to face your demons, your past, your abuser, your family, your friends. You are not alone.
OMFG I am in the middle of the ICU (i work here) and I am laughing my ass off.. i think i may have peed a little…. great great great story!Add your thoughts here… (optional)
Becky Braun wanted to beat me up because she was jealous of my new perm. It was 1986, I was in the fifth grade, and the permanent wave was EVERYWHERE. Everyone from my parents to my MTV idols were rocking crowns of massively poufed and hairsprayed curls. In retrospect, it is hard to believe that people were paying good money to look like electrocuted poodles, but at the time, I wanted one. Desperately.
My mom was a hairdresser who worked out of a tiny salon in our basement. On lazy afternoons, our little Cape Cod house would slowly fill with the wafting fumes of chemicals and cigarette smoke as she coiffed the manes of friends and neighbors. After months of begging, it was my turn in the chair. I watched as she tightly wrapped my baby-fine hair in the brightly colored plastic rollers and applied the stinky solution. After what seemed like 7 hours, she rinsed me…
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“To walk by faith, not by sight” If only more of us did this ….