here is little ole me and this huge man sitting in my filthy trailer, me in my nightgown and him wearing his Marine green uniform, before the sun even comes up. His duffel is sitting on the floor in front of the small table and I’m sitting across from him. He asks if I want to eat breakfast together. I had to tell him we didn’t have anything to eat so he gets my shoes and we walk together to the corner store and grab one of those small boxes of cereal, ya know the ones that are supposed to be a single serving, and some milk. We walk back to the trailer, me still in my nightgown, mind you, and sit at the table eating cereal.
In my last post, I mentioned my parents and their failures. If you are a parent, you’ll agree that we all have failures and regrets. There’s a difference between “wow, I shouldn’t have given her such a strict curfew when she was growing up” and “I shouldn’t have dealt drugs and left my kids aloneContinue reading “Mom”
I often wonder where to start when I think about writing. Do you start when you were a child or do you start with the most recent trauma? For some of us, life has been full of heartache and trauma. After so many bad things happen to one person, it gets harder and harder toContinue reading “The Beginning?”
I said I was going to Start writing again and I figured now was a good time. Someone told me they thought it would be interesting to read about the things I talk about on here and it made me want to get back into it. So…… here we go. Stay tuned for all newContinue reading “Picking it back up”
It’s been a good minute since I’ve written on here so bare with me while I fumble through it and try to make sense of the platform, the thoughts, and how to put them down on here without some sneaky bastard from work finding this and telling someone about it. The last year and someContinue reading “Been a long time….”