A Room of One’s Own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” – Virginia Woolf

His Hands

He appears more peaceful dead than alive, funny, so am I.

A small smile had been set across his face; how benevolent in death, how malevolent in life. 

His hands look like clubs… there were. 

I reach, I must. 

I touch his cold, hard, huge hands that hammered warm, tender, small places.

Both of us dead. One of us breathing. 

Rule #1: DO NOT Keep It in The Family #Churchtoo

… it is considered treasonous to talk to talk to ANYONE outside of the family about “family issues.” This warped loyalty encourages a culture of suffering silence in dysfunctional families of spiritual and natural seed.

I Want to Tell You…

I want to tell you the truth –  in detail. 

I want to explain and I have some ‘splaining to do. 

I want to tell you that through the all the lies, the truth will prevail. 

I want to tell you the things that are true. 

The Truncating Trenches of Trauma

All who try to climb out of the trenches of trauma need years of support. First in the trench; second to scale the wall with repeated falls; third to deal with inevitable blows from the front lines of life once they rise on wobbly legs. In the church we have a tendency to weaken the wounded; Christ strengthend them.

How unlike Christ, Christians can be.

White Heat

There is a reason that we have the phrase, burning with anger. We drown in grief… in an overwhelming sort of way – anger activates, burns and sears.

Little Doll

doll: a small model of a human figure, often one of a baby or girl, used as a man’s toy.