I Met Myself

I met myself in a place that life was happening to me, it had up to that point.  Maybe because things happened when I was too little to speak, to little to say I didn't want to.  Maybe because even in that place, it was somehow my fault.  These experiences created ideas about me, about … Continue reading I Met Myself

My First Husband Said My Second Husband Was A “Booty Call”, So I Married Him.

What if it was never about sex, being good, being bad or compromise, what if it was never about anything more than an energy and a choosing beyond a stuck point that cycles you in and out and through the past to determine where to go in the future.