Monthly Archives: May, 2013

I Am Not a Fetish

I’ve been thinking about something for a few days now, and it’s been bothering me.   “I’m not a chubby chaser.”    I was having a conversation earlier this week with a customer from work.  I was shopping downtown, and ran into him.  He’s one of those types that just gives off this really skeevy …

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Forgiving The Rapist

…but not for him.  For me. I saw him today.  At my doctors’ office.   He was there with his daughter and his wife.  They were going in as I was coming out. At first, I immediately felt like I was going to vomit.  Then… he asked if we could talk for a minute.   …

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Mixed-Up Mothers’ Day

I never enjoyed Mothers’ Day growing up.  You see, I didn’t have a mother.  Or a father, but that’s a story for another day.  I always felt left out.  All my friends had mothers, and I didn’t.   I always wanted one, though.  My own left when I was very young, and I felt that …

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Grieving

Not much witty to say here today, just a bit (ok, a LOT) of introspection. Yesterday, I would have been 34 weeks pregnant. If I didn’t lose her, that is. My sweet baby has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m not really sure how to describe how I feel, except that I am …

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