The One with the Vienna Sausage

My friend Carole Blair called me up the other day and was on the edge of tears.  Now readers, don't think she was sad.  She was angry, she was fighting mad.  She had done it.  Finally.  She'd told him off.  That fucker that had broken her rib, that had damn near broken her leg.  Him.... Continue Reading →

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I don’t dress up much anymore

It didn't happen over night.  The constant berating, the yelling, the fighting, the tearing down of my very existence.  The hurtful words, the name calling, the hair pulling, the hitting.  None of it started at once. It took months, and even years before I wised up.  It's taken far longer before I realized the ramifications... Continue Reading →

Guest Post: Still In Shock

A few days ago I received a request to host a guest writer.  As a relatively new blogger, I was thrilled to know that someone who had read my blog wanted to take part in it.  I welcome guests.  What stood out most was that she was so very sincere. She told of her story... Continue Reading →

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