i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
hi. me again…it’s been a very long time since i’ve worked on my second book ‘waving red flags’ and i really need to get back to it…but i have been recovering from a breakdown/through… i’ve been moving long distance for the last four months in my tiny little car… had a tiny bout with some...
and so it began…19 years ago tomorrow (i write all my posts and blogs in advance :) i took my first yoga class. it started with rodney yee’s yoga for abs and suzanne deason’s gentle yoga vhs tapes…within three weeks i knew i needed more than gentle yoga and abs… ...
so. you would assume by the title and the way i spelled ruff that i’m going to write about my dog. i’m not. (see what happens when you assume :) ) i don’t have a dog. i would love a dog. i have enough to deal with right now. i do enjoy visits with my...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
many many many years back while attending the University of Kansas as a freshman, i failed communications 101…sort of on purpose…as i refused to stand in front of the room and speak…i was terrified…...
