Blog
My blog is a place where I hope to be honest with my readers, where I can explore tricky subjects, and share myself with you. I’ve struggled with my voice in the past, editing myself so as not to offend, bending myself into a pretzel to please everyone, but I’ve learned that when you do that, your true authentic self is lost. And losing yourself isn’t worth the approval of anyone. So I will chronicle my aspirations and achievements, my fears; I will attempt to split my skull open in the way I do with my characters and let you see my secret heart.
A Journey to My Authentic Self: Past Life Soul Retrievals, Kundalini Awakening & More.
A Journey to My Authentic Self: Past Life Soul Retrievals, Kundalini Awakening & More. I’m deep into my healing journey and so far I’ve had: a Kundalini awakening (still in the throes of this), five past life soul retrievals (I was a witch, over and over again), a...
Smoke, Ticks & Parenthood – How do you manage the fear?
My pregnancy with S was scary. With complete placenta previa, I was bleeding at the smallest things – dinner with friends, a short walk, a conversation on my cell phone…any sort of excitement, whether good or bad, had me bleeding. I had to be very careful. I wore a...
Let’s Talk About My Rape (In Light of the Ford-Kavanaugh Hearing):
This is the first time that I’m publicly coming out and proclaiming that, yes, I was raped. It took me years to resolve what happened to me in my mind, years of going over and over that moment, or not going over and over that moment, but instead ignoring that this was...
For my daughter; for my husband; for myself. (And, I guess, for my doctors.)
My doctor suggested I write my journey down. It’s been a long one. With vertigo, and chronic joint pain, muscle pain, lightheadedness, fatigue – but these things, these things I can live with. It’s the unknown that makes me feel as though I am dying. And I know that...
What They Don’t Tell You About Breastfeeding; This Shit is HARD.
I almost didn’t buy a pump. I had this silly notion that after such a challenging pregnancy, postpartum would be a breeze, that Scarlett would latch onto my breast, no problem, and suck, suck, suck until her heart’s desire. This is what I wanted. To breastfeed my...
A Rant:
A conversation that I had with a dear friend yesterday evening has me up at 3am unable to sleep, so worked up that I need to vent, to rant, because the ignorance of some is astounding. This dear friend asked about my pregnancy, but each time I attempted to convey what...