Abuse · Writing

Scars

He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I see are marks welded into my skin by sun, rain, wind, and age. He thinks I'm beautiful. But all I feel are lacerations of the soul inflicted by those who could not see beauty -- only opportunity. He says I'm beautiful. But instead of hearing his life-giving words,… Continue reading Scars

Kids · Motherhood · Writing

Swamp Mommy

I typically don’t write about my children. Not because I don't want to -- they do hilarious and sweet and brave things all the time that would make very interesting stories -- I just don't because I’ve chosen not to. But one of my daughters reminded me of something very important recently — important enough… Continue reading Swamp Mommy