147: Thoughts on Weeping in Walmart: A Twitter Conversation

Shit can turn on a dime.

142: This is where I am

Do you know where you want to be in 10 years? I do.

141: It’s not about me

I miss her. Sometimes I would just sit in the living room and watch her paint. I know she has been struggling with creating. I hope this is the start of her uncorking her creative bottle.

140: Parable of the Prickly Porcupine

I realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.

140: Parable of the Prickly Porcupine

I realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.

138:01 Thoughts on Sluts and Creative Writing by The Queen Dolly

I luv this woman and her writing. More than most others, she makes me examine my biases. She does so because she makes an effort to examine her own.

138: Slut

Labeling someone a slut – or a narcissist, predator, or whore – isn’t rape, but the emotional intentions are the same. It’s about taking someone’s Power.

138: Slut

Labeling someone a slut – or a narcissist, predator, or whore – isn’t rape, but the emotional intentions are the same. It’s about taking someone’s Power.

135: More Patterns

I’ll keep working on changing the things I can and accepting the things I can’t. You can hurt me but you cannot break me. Only the rigid shatter. As always, I keep my heart soft towards you. Not simply because I love you, but because I love myself enough to know this is best for me.

134: The Silent Treatment

134.01: The Silent Treatment (1 of 2)

Silence for the first time makes complete sense.

I’m such a selfish, self-absorbed, blind, deaf, and dumb prick.