Category Archives: Self-love

Cock Blocked

When I first sit down to write I take a few deep breaths and say a little prayer, asking for guidance and the courage to be honest, open and willing. I get quiet and feel out my gut. What is … Continue reading

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Part Two, Primal Love

I hesitate. Shit. I don’t want to do this tonight. Writing takes a lot out of me, as much as it feeds me, it also requires a lot of courage. My center aches, it’s angry and powerful. I am brave; … Continue reading

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A Cry For Help

I’m the loneliest girl in the world in the most dramatic sense. I’m looking over the ledge of a hotel room balcony, twenty-three floors up, night has taken the sky, the wind blows my hair across my face, I can … Continue reading

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Posted in Affliction, crossing boundaries, Expectations, faith, Lesbian, Lesbian Break-up, Lesbian Partnership, Lesbian's and their Ex, loss, love, painful childhood memories, parenting, savior, second chances, Self-love, Self-talk, Starting over, sudden death, suicide, tragic death, Unconditional love, Wound Care | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Party Of One

I had this interesting plan formulating until I realized that I might just be mistaken for an escort. But then again, why did I think anyone would want a 39 year old—middle-aged woman with excess skin hanging over her knees–who … Continue reading

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Posted in Breathe Me, chocolate, crossing boundaries, escorts, Lana Del Ray, nursing, Self-love, Self-talk, Sia, Summertime sadness, valentine's day | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment