We are not mercy. We are strength. We are not bitterness. We are valiance.
Child, they said, this hurts me More than it hurts you. No.
Not everything on this terrain Is born and grown the same.
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
"My worst day as a free soul is far better than my best day in captivity." Samie Brosseau
He thought he was a part of a loving church, until Jane Whaley arrived and turned his life into rubble.
"Today is the first year anniversary of my freedom. I escaped, with my children, from a religion based, violent marriage. Here's how I did it. "
**TRIGGER WARNING** One of the ideas that I have struggled with the most this past year is that I was a slave. I was owned. Words that are hard enough to type and still stumble and bumble off of my tongue. My heart clenches, my hands shake, and my mind screams NOOOOOOOO every time I … Continue reading “Ownership” Featured Blog Post
by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.