This piece was rejected by so many women’s magazines. Apparently I’m supposed to be proud of something that still depresses me 20 years later. 

Thank the Gods for Evie Magazine

You can forgive someone but also give yourself the gift of breaking cycles of abuse 

For any of you who suffered this, I’m here

Writing Pain

You never know the true effects of an injury until winter comes. The cold squeezes out all the little hidden kinks. 

The accident that messed up my hand  for weeks back in September has left me with residual pains. Like everything in my life it has left me with 2 choices: I can whine and cry and waste time lamenting what I lost, or I can drink some tea, wince when things get unbearable, and push through my writing. 

I’ve got the tea

This is where my horror stories come from haha

I mean, how many of you can say you were actually painted with poo?

Gold Bands by Jessica Marie Baumgartner