As we approach the three year anniversary of my mother's passing, I am wrapped in nostalgia and memories of the night we learned she'd passed and the conversations that have taken place since then. I can see it all so clearly again. I sat in silence for several minutes processing. My brother draped his arm … Continue reading Speak Ill of the Dead
Samhain and Venus Retrograde ushering in exciting changes!
This weekend we went to a company picnic hosted at a super popular and super amazing local farm called Tate Farms! Entrance is $12 for ages 2 and over, which isn't bad for a full day of activities! This massive farm boasts acres of pumpkins and cotton, with a massive play area for kids that … Continue reading Pumpkin Patch Day!
I don't remember your name. Which, in and of itself, makes me feel terrible. I remember you were tall. I remember you had blond hair. And I remember you liked me. You really, really liked me. You were mutual friends with people I wasn't really friends with myself, but on a few occasions we found … Continue reading To The Guy Who Liked Me: I’m Sorry For Calling You Fat
This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come … Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You
In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read … Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud
A few nights ago I snuggled down into my favorite comfy chair, exhaled slowly, and moaned, "I hate this." I lamented to my husband that while I'm exhilarated and excited about standing up for my convictions and my beliefs, I'm overwhelmed with the responsibilities and repercussions that come with it. About five years ago I … Continue reading The Silent Scream of a Southern Feminist