Thoughts From Behind Bars ~ Days Four Through Six

I couldn’t bring myself to write all of G’s letters at once. I read them over and over, and my heart ached. So this is the second installment of the first set of letters I received. I wrote her a four-page… Continue Reading

The Whirlwind of Love Past

We slept under the same blanket of stars bridging the distance through letters and songs. I sunk into vivid dreams night after night. The only way to feel you. These visions were so real that as day broke through, I… Continue Reading

Thoughts From Behind Bars ~ Day One.

I finally received the first set of letters. If you aren’t aware of what Thoughts From Behind Bars is, please check the following links and catch up. The Beginning ~ Thoughts From Behind Bars I have been awaiting her letters for some… Continue Reading

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

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

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