My Story


Dear Readers, I know I have been especially quiet around here on the blog for quite awhile now. To be really honest, I have strongly been considering giving up blogging altogether.     When I first jumped into this world of blogging, it was exciting and cathartic.   For once in my life my fear of holding everything in grew greater than my fear of speaking up.   At that point, very few people I knew had ever...

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My Latest Untold Stories…

My Latest Untold Stories…


Posted By on Jan 29, 2016

  Just say what you want to say, then, and say it with all your heart. Share whatever you are driven to share. If it is authentic enough, believe me–it will feel original. ~ Liz Gilbert   Dear Readers, I know that I have long been absent here on the blog, with little to nothing said about why or what has been going on.   Life has taken a turn down a new road for me, and with that turn came an insanely busy season...

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    Growing up in my small town world I learned to exist safely within the lines of black and white. My perfect little world had very little conflict. Every question had an answer. There was always a right answer and a wrong one. There were good people and bad people. It was black and white, but never grey. Grey was scary. Grey was doubtful. Grey was iffy. Grey was lukewarm. Grey was too complicated. Hence, due to these...

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  I have sat down to write a post several times since I got to Arkansas just over a month ago. One reason or another would come up and I would find a way to avoid it.   Do you ever work so hard to convince yourself something you want so badly to happen is NOT going to happen — all just so you can attempt to not be so disappointed when the rejection, you believe to be inevitable, comes?   That was me this summer. I...

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Series Intro T here you are. I stand in line behind you at the Post Office. You walk by me everywhere in this little America world. This US Military Base across the ocean.   Whispers about you confuse me.   Competition.  Aggressive. I see you wearing the uniform I clean and know so well, for all it’s pieces and parts, but never wear myself. I wonder to myself, “what must that be like?” The boys only add to...

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W hen sitting down to research this post, I decided I needed more time to work through these newer books on Feminism I haven’t really digested yet. So I am rearranging the order of the books I want to cover in this series.   In the process, I also came across an article today that immediately sent me back in time to painful memories of an experience I never thought my family would ever go through. This article documents...

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