The thoughts swirl and spiral,
resenting old friends and new,
wishing and washing when it comes to family bonds,
longing and detesting all at once.
The thoughts swirl and spiral,
Some really precious relationships ended abruptly during this coming out of the closet, not just with sexuality but really with who I was down to my core.Read More
On the shelf under my books and herbs
is a rose gold stick of wax.
It’s a special sparkling wax I use
to seal love letters with,
each seal is stamped with a bee who
(I hope) translates
I got home from school to find him storming about the house, drunk again. My baby brother sat in his bouncer wearing a diaper that leaked down his legs. I saw her there, his soul was black and blue. He cried for food while being bellowed at to "shut the hell up!" I crept closer to my brother, cringing away from his breath while attempting to ignore his rage. I took the baby to the bedroom to feed him, change him, and protect him... I heard my sister march in the door and listened toRead More
To the angel weeping in the willows, I've got a message just for you. Take it to heart, if you like, because I've carefully formed each and every line as a gift for your sweet soul. If it doesn't tickle your fancy, that's okay too. Just leave this letter knowing that you are loved. You are important in this world. Know that these words were written with kind intentions, wishing you well and promising you deserve it.Read More
Letting go of what’s been done to me isn’t the same as letting go of the people still going through hard times. I adore you. I’m here for you. I’ll do my best to share love and happiness, with the hope that it can brighten these difficult times for you and give you hope for your own future, because this hard time really won’t last forever.Read More
Adults outside of my immediate family always told me to "just be a kid for a while" and it drove me fucking insane because I didn't feel like I had that luxury. I had siblings to protect, not to mention my own little heart needed careful guarding sometimes. You know the reasons why... and you were brave enough to face that too, so thank you again.
I have to tell you about this one memory that sent my ex-stepdad over the edge, okay? You're going to snort, so swallow that sip of coffee before reading on.Read More
In the sweetest morning meditations, I always find myself pondering these days of my childhood spent with my greatest hero.Read More
I used to think I was strong and kind and brave in spite of being your daughter, but I’ve realized that it is actually the opposite. I am strong and kind and brave because I am your daughter. And so are my sisters, even if they aren’t ready to believe that.Read More
A collection of things I've probably told my sister at some point and will probably tell her another hundred times or more, just to be safe.
Mildly explicit. Abuse and love look awfully similar in the beginning, don't they? I think children have a special way of knowing the difference though. Trust the children.Read More
When I was a little girl, back when I only had one precious baby sister (or maybe even before that) my mom met a man. We'll call this man D. This memory was only the beginning.Read More