Selfie

Was really feelin' myself today. it's rare I do the Insta story. Lol. Still sassy though.

Selfie time

Because I feel like it. I've been expressing myself so much more through my makeup and dress lately. I really do feel like I've broken through so many of my comfort zone layers in 2019 and it has been so liberating. When you grow up with chaos and tension you often feel like you don't [...]

Thinking Thursday?

I've been trying to keep up with blogging personally once a week but it's really hard. The semester of me teaching my first master's class independently is winding down and I'm gearing up to teach a truncated sexuality class. It will be awesome, but I still have a lot of prepping to do and it's [...]

Wellness Wednesday: Better Late Than Never

This is the second week of my final semester of my doctorate... before I just have my dissertation. Yikes. I did manage to exercise today, though, which is positive. I've found that I often beat myself up for not being where I think I should be, pretty much I beat myself up for not being... [...]

Monday Musings

Sylvia also laments feeling like a piece of meat with men. Is it impossible to have the star-crossed connection when someone loves your thoughts, feelings, soul, and then by proxy loves your body? No, not impossible, but I get the discouragement and disillusionment that comes with efforts thwarted and then settling for love with the [...]

Relational Trauma: Soft Exterior Masks Silent Rage

With this short break between summer classes and the fall semester, I have had a lot of time to reflect. That can be good and bad. Nature has always been a safe haven for me. I remember running to the large garden in my backyard and hiding among the blossoms as a child to get [...]

Morning Musings

  I'm reading the diaries of Sylvia Plath on a lake, quiet, with history and tension at my back. But for whatever reason this morning it is not stealing my peace. A flesh reminder of one of my mortal wounds does not intimidate, when previously just thoughts would torment me. I may owe this grace [...]