6th grade. I barely understood my body and what was happening to it. I barely understood myself as a person, as a woman, as a voice in the world. I was always a quiet, shy kid who observed life, watched others and formed my own opinions. I was incredibly independent in that I loved being outside playing with friends until my mom would call me in for dinner. I always told my parents where I was going and who I was going with … it came naturally for me … I never gave them any pushback about it.
I sent my dad a multi-colored bouquet of roses. I called him to let him know to be expecting a package and we talked for about 30 minutes and in that conversation he told me he had gotten the card that I sent him. I was so glad that the card arrived on time because I notoriously send them so that they usually arrive a day or two late. Continue reading “Last Father’s Day”
It was about 8 years ago or so that I lost hope. For some reason hope was completely gone. I found myself in a very dark place, a place I didn’t want to be in, and when I looked up from the bottom all I could see was black. It felt as if everything I was working towards just keep crashing in on me and it felt as if I could not bust through the patterns in my life that seemed to be keeping me there. I hate to admit it, but in my darkest time …. I was looking for a way out. Continue reading “Friendship & Quiet Conversations”