You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

    You think you know me? You don't. You think I'm the same woman from a few years back? Not even close. You think I'm still quiet, subservient, timid and fragile? Afraid Not. You think I'm just going to let you do and say what you want to me? Think again...   I can … Continue reading You Don’t Know Me – Dianne Hoffmeyer

An Open Letter to My Past – Jay Long

It took me a little time but it finally has come. The gut punch that feels as if it came from the far reaches of the map hitting me squarely. Although our time was short, my love grew quicker than I’d like to admit. Quicker than yours. Deeper than yours. I finally stopped long enough … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Past – Jay Long

Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Fancy Shoes – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

There's not a simple way to explain the process of this sickness disguised trick or treat surprise guessing game. No easy way to help you understand. But I can tell you; these fancy shoes have never felt good. They feel permanent. They feel like forever swirling around in quicksand turning to concrete. Stuck on a … Continue reading Fancy Shoes – Stephanie Bennett-Henry

Sober Ramblings – Jason King

  I have written many things about one person more than any other....she always seemed to find her way into them....at one point and time she was the center of my world....someone I loved beyond all rational reasoning....but....it ended....and it nearly destroyed me....I've been through two marriages and dated several more....none hurt as much as … Continue reading Sober Ramblings – Jason King

Peace by Piece

  It’s during the moments when I’m quiet that I foolishly give in to the idea of peace. I should know better by now. With every blow you laid on me, you stripped me of any chance of peace that I could have hoped for. Now the bruises have healed, the scars blended into shades … Continue reading Peace by Piece

Anchored

Until you've tethered your madness to someone else's sanity in order to keep breathing, you don't know vulnerability.