Dance with me, one more time.


She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy soothe me daily, but yet she wouldn’t care. We’ll steal her Lexus, be detectives, ride round pickin’ up clues. We’ll name our children… Continue Reading

To The Woman With Bruises ~ Domestic Violence Awareness Month


To the Woman with the bruises, I know you. I don’t know your name, where you live, your age or phone number. But I know you. I know that look in your eyes. That frightened, defeated, depressed, broken look. I know… Continue Reading

The wolf in sheep’s clothing – Domestic violence awareness month.


Trigger Warning He was a prince, the kind of guy whose charm seeps out of every pore. A musk of testosterone and cologne mixed into one fatal attraction, mine. I could explain the entirety of a relationship, not all bad,… Continue Reading

The Beginning ~ Thoughts From Behind Bars


I’m a thirty-two-year-old stay at home mother to a blended family of two girls, ages six and ten, and a twenty-one-year-old stepson who’s away at college. My fiancé and I have been together for almost nine years. We have a… Continue Reading

Shenandoah Morning

Fall foliage is abound during a glorious and classic Shenandoah National Park sunrise, with the diffused sun filling orange in the hazy blue rolling hills.

Darkness covers my skin; I can feel the weight of nightfall resting on my body, I feel cloudy inside. It’s like the black of the night has a hold on my mind, playing games with my existence. My thoughts. The… Continue Reading

The Wait

The row home - depressed little girl

When I was five years old, my parents lost our house and their business. I don’t know all the details, but I do know we ended up on my aunt’s doorstep in the middle of the night. My memories of… Continue Reading

The Nightmare Still Haunts Me


Trigger Warning Sometimes, in the night, my kids come to the side of my bed with tears in their eyes. “A bad dream,” they say.   And I hug them. I know all about bad dreams. I was plagued by… Continue Reading

To The Children That Weren’t


The writer of this piece has decided to have it published anonymously.  Twice in my life, there were babies who never had a chance. Whose names I never uttered, whose faces I never got to gaze upon. I have never told… Continue Reading

The Red Rose Earing


It had been some time since we had spoken to each other. We lived in silence day in and day out. Manoeuvring around each other like an exquisite ballet orchestrated by the masters as we weaved in and out of… Continue Reading

Think Outside the Box


I’ll never forget the time in my 7th grade Shop Class when we were forced to make boxes out of wood. We had to cut the wood perfectly using saws and nail it all together with a rusty hammer. Being… Continue Reading