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
Featuring couplets such as Honestly and So Don't Be a Jerk.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.
An honest and uncensored journal entry on abuse, forgiveness, and moving on.Read More
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
No community is perfect. Fictional or real, a perfect society has never developed and never will. Realistically, the most people can hope for is a healthy and effective community. Citizens must be aware of their environment and rational in deciding which sacrifices to make for the sake oft he greater good; no community can thrive that does not accept these truths.Read More
[A rough first-attempt at poetry.]
Light the candles,
ring the bell.
deep and cleansing breaths.
Inhale... one, two, three, four...Read More