Chapter Ten: The Turning Point

Reluctantly I headed back home. I wasn’t in the mood for a spa visit any more. I wasn’t in the mood for anyone, really. Home, with its hollow walls and plastic faces, seemed the best place to go. I had a plan. I would go home, hole up in my room, and listen to the…

Chapter Nine- The Invisibles

I had successfully made it through another weekend without a slice and was feeling pretty good about it. I tried to forget the fact that I was moments away from it when Mitzi called me and distracted me, and I chose to overlook the fact that the only reason I hadn’t cut Sunday after the…

Chapter Seven – Cleaning House

​There are two memories of my mom that stand out vividly in my mind, moments that I will never forget, moments that shaped the path of our relationship. The first was when I was nine years old.  I came home from school upset.  At that time our maid was Anna; she was younger and uninvolved,…

Chapter Four – I’m sure it’s nothing

            I had agreed to go to church with Zella and Celeste that Sunday, a week after Robbie got home.  I’d managed to keep my distance from them for those few days so I was feeling stronger, well, more stubborn, which was more like myself.  My mom had kept me busy with social club crap,…

Magnetic

As a teen, I wondered what would make me more attractive to those around me. I knew I wouldn't be the most beautiful or the most talented or even the most talkative (shocking, I know!), but I wanted to be someone who stood out. I struggled to feel important and even necessary at some points.…

Woman. Whoa Man!

I have to admit, I chuckled as I typed up the title for this blog, and really, without the grace of God...what I have to say wouldn't make me laugh. Today is International Women’s Day, and I find that empowering. Not in a rip your bras off and picket your rights kind of way, but…