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Rebirth

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Three years ago, I finally escaped from my personal prison. Previous attempts to get out had failed, with promises of positive change and an empty bank account usually the culprits behind it. This time though, I knew it was a…

Musical Musings – Brave

August is a month of milestones for me. Some good. Some not so good. It was seven years ago, while coming home from my husband’s birthday dinner, I knew it would be the last one we would celebrate together. I…

Don’t Feed the Monkey

Allow me to introduce you to an acquaintance of mine. This is Monkey Mind, or as I call him because I know him so well, MM. MM is a complete and total asshole. Now, you may think that’s a bit…

The Economy of Words

One look at the calendar confirmed what she had known for weeks. No. That’s not quite true. It confirmed what she knew but had been ignoring. All the signs had been there, but Gabrielle was hopeful that things would be…

Acceptance

Acceptance. Resignation. Two ideas I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. They do not necessarily co-exist in our lives. Some of us shun one while gladly embracing the other. One can be healthy. The other, self-destructive. To me, acceptance is…

Communicatus Neurosititis

Sprawled on the massage table, I was doing my best to relax and clear my mind. It worked. For about 10 minutes. After that, I started thinking about how I communicate with other people. Ok, I was obsessing about it.…

The Gay Agenda: Rainbow Foods

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Oreo “came out” this week in a very public way in support of gay rights. Of course, the company may have been supportive for years and just chose to keep it quiet. But when they posted the rainbow cookie, an…

Flashbacks

You don’t want to be inside this head right now. It is a dark, dark place, full of bad memories that won’t go away. They come at me, out of nowhere. Flashbacks that I can’t control and that I don’t…

Head vs. Heart

Head: So, you ready to talk about this yet? Heart: What’s there to talk about? I haven’t changed my mind. Head: Seriously? How many times do you have to hear “Move on. This isn’t going to work.” before you actually…

Torn

As Gabrielle started to wake, flashes of her dreams came back to her. Images of what her brain had tried to process overnight. She couldn’t make out everything. A face. A landscape. If the dreams had been particularly interesting, she…