They will become entombed within the ancient earth and the wildflowers.
I'm putting life together piece by piece, repurposing what was once mine. I'm no longer the broken, frail girl I used to be.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
Needles and overflowing sinks to start the week.
Children bring reminders of so many things.
"We can love, we can hate, and even kill, with the choice we decide to make with those cells. That choice still resides within the single individual."
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
I used to harbor a lot of hate toward my mother. Let me tell you something. Hate only hurts yourself and others. It is not a shield. It comes with no solutions. It is fueled by anger and should only be felt righteously; such as HATING child rapists. In my mind the only perspective I … Continue reading Healing Yourself Heals the World
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother