I Never Wanted to be Like My Mother

I never wanted to be like my mother. My mother stayed for more than 40 years in a marriage that broke her heart.  She admits now that she was afraid. She married in the late fifties, when women couldn’t even have a bank account in their name.  She was a teacher and worked to put…

Strongest in the Broken Places: A Tale of Domestic Abuse

Watching this video I was a child again. It validated experiences I had growing up.  It made me sad.  I grieve watching it for beyond my own experiences, as I know three women who are living right now in this sort of marriage. One is married to an elder in my church.  (Actually, he was…

I Am Destruction

I wake with the familiar headache. Deeply tired.  My bones in protest. Emotions already chafing; dazzling, fluorescent, raw. Ablaze. Coffee the first panacea of the day. Sip by sip, its power over me if not to heal, then to awaken. Slowly flooded by familiar disappointment. Weary, I begin to See myself. I am Destruction. I…