What do I really see? Well, I have come a long way from where I began, but frequently. I see a program full of source code that reads like pre-installed crapware.
It IS my dream. MY dream. epiphany – a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. © 2016 Dictionary.com, LLC. A few months ago, in my broken state of being, I had succumbed to staying at home andContinue reading “Finding Me-gitimacy: Episode 2”
Me-gitimacy pronunciation & definition: [mee-jit-uh-muh-see] – noun the state or quality of me deriving by reasoning, or concluding based on evidence that I am of genuine or authentic character. Back at the Beginning From the time each of us was born, we were taught by those around us. First our parents and siblings, next friends outside theContinue reading “Finding Me-gitimacy: Episode 3”
Shame This is the first of a series of short stories explaining the difficulty I face in admitting the brokenness with which I was raised. I speak to the shame that has plagued society for generations, that of domestic violence. It is a human condition issue; no one is immune, and I believe eachContinue reading “The Rooftop Blanket of Darkness”
“Why do abused women stay?” one might ask. Walk into my past with me and try to understand one of the reasons I stayed with a violent husband for fifteen years. I became brainwashed that I was too stupid to support four children on my own. He warned me that he would get me firedContinue reading “Too Scared to Leave”
Most of her waking existence, the word “alonely” has been her reality. Yes you read that correctly, it’s not a typo. A-L-O-N-E-L-Y. It is a state of being she has inadvertently chosen, yet not completely felt comfortable wearing. Often encircled by wonderful friends, yet she is somehow absolutely by her…SELF. Alonely sings to her in throughout sleep and wakefulness. It hums the monotone song that she is missing something. StrangeContinue reading “Alonely”
It stood tall in the corner; although, dirty showing definite signs of abuse. John had asked me to vacuum the little front room where he had stored all his tools and supplies. The room was visibly in need of cleaning with white texture particles littering the floor. The carpet stunk of humidity mixed with theContinue reading “Renovate the Mind”