Seeds of Destruction.
I left home after my father strangled me, wrapped his hands around my neck after I asked to go out to watch a movie. I didn’t ask for money, I had a weekend job, I just wanted to go out with my friend. Let’s call her Naomi. Naomi was a sweet girl from a nice […]More
It is a wonder any of us are sane
I make snap judgements about people by the songs they write. I know for a fact I would dislike Donovan on a personal level – irritating little Pixie, that Lou Reed would end up being my snarky big brother and Janis Joplin and I would have painted the town various shades of crimson, before I […]More
What it is like to be scared all the time
I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t scared. I am scared most of the time. In the camper, I was scared of cops, of doors being knocked on by people telling us to move on if we were boondocking, or else random people who would seek to disturb my peace, of my husband finding […]More
I am not crazy: I am traumatized
I have ptsd, at least I presume I do. No one gives enough of a shit to offer me an evaluation, and I will be absolutely honest here, I will not touch antidepressants ever again – they really don’t do anything but make me worse, and I have no interest in valium or xanax or […]More
No, I will not be quiet.
I’m afraid I am not the right woman for this job, this work of writing, of a little anti domestic violence awareness. You see I am not quiet, I have no interest in making other people feel comfortable. I will speak my mind and I do it loudly and firmly. I will not be swayed […]More