Relentless year called I became a waterfall I was swirled away Released old dreams; moved They commanded me, let go Heart crushed from goodbyes New is on its way Release dross for destiny All reward is nigh Trust what angels say Tears are healing; scars get cleansed Real love fills … Continue reading
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Tagged #MMIW, Abuse, Nadya Kwandibens, REDress Project, Redworks Photography
..in a return to beginnings, I’ve gone back to some moments in my life that proved significant and poignant for me. One of those periods was a return home after time spent in childhood foster care… Continue reading
It wasn’t a typical love story then and I suppose it’s not so much now either, at least not the kind we think about in this season of Valentine wishes and dreams. Originally Posted on July 27, 2013by Blog Woman!!! … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, alcoholism, Hope, love, Recovery, survivors
Once in a while, my mother plays for me an old country song called, “Idol of the Band”. One of the chorus lines speaks to a brief bittersweet period of shining glory for a young woman from humble beginnings. We … Continue reading
Recently I witnessed two prominent blogs, each followed by several thousand readers, cause disturbing ripples across the blogging community. Although I’m fairly new to this arena, I did have contact with both of these bloggers, but it was minimal, and so I … Continue reading
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Tagged Abuse, Blog, Controversy, Harassment, Internet abuse, life, Wordpress, Writing
Sometimes old memories float up in need of a little light… A soul’s whisper to let it go.
I was 14 years old. My mother and I were living in an apartment on the 14th floor of a basic downtown high-rise. We were there because that’s where she was when I ran away from the last foster home I’d intended to live in.
I threatened to run away and never be found again if they made me go back to that home. The Department of Social Services, and my unprepared mother, gave in.
My mother had been struggling with escape from an abusive marriage, alcoholism, and no way to fully support her daughters. That’s how we ended up in foster care just after Christmas that year… Continue reading