I’m not sure when it started. Maybe it’s always been there, the pressure. I remember getting ready for my parents wedding day and being told by guests that one day I too would have a pretty wedding. I was four. At that time the golden, shiny ribbon woven in my braid proved more interesting than… Continue reading From a Happy Bachelorette
There are two sides to every story. Then there are screenshots. This woman by the way is the children's pastor to the church I left. Can you guess why I left? And she did go to my mother's home, (after knowing full well that we had just spent the night in the ER, deciding that… Continue reading Full Blast.