Lesbians taught me how to be a woman. I was sexual with girls in the 4th grade. Sexuality was wide open and totally accepted in my world. Playboy was on the coffee table. I was born in 1964 so when I was growing up in the 70’s, nudity and sexuality, female...
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Me – a survivor
My father used to call me Sarah Berhardt: Sarah Bernhardt October 1844 – 26 March 1923) was a French stage and early film actress. She was referred to as "the most famous actress the world has ever known". Bernhardt made her fame on the stages...
Journey Through the Forest of Self-Healing
The journey through the dark forest of self-healing is just like any other journey...you have to be prepared for a very long adventure. Some of it is spectacular and surreal. At some of the lowest spits, it may cause you to question whether the breath you take to...
Welcome to CrazyVille…
Welcome to CrazyVille...(also known as the time in my life when all I could eat I was a turkey subway sandwich for breakfast, lunch and dinner). It's all I could get down because of my panic...Today I bought a subway sandwich and ate it with absolutely no issue...
Triggered at TSA
Have you ever been patted down all over by security? I thought I had been before. You know, an ankle here or there, but never a complete pat down. Wow. That was really intense for me, and I got emotional. I'm not sure why. I think it was because I was...
The Words That I Used to Define Myself Were "Burden" and "Unworthy…"
Can you imagine me standing in front of a group of women and telling them that I used to be a whore and that I never finished junior high school? Or that I used to be a stripper...or a prostitute. No, I don't have a college degree. I tell them that I used to eat...
The Railroad Tracks
Up to camp I like to run the railroad tracks. It's long since abandoned, no trains or people usually, and no protective dogs. This morning as I was running on either side to stay in on the flattest/shady side, I remembered my dad's brother...
Return to Love
Most mornings I start my day with coffee and something that reminds my fear-based human mind that I, and everyone else, comes from, remains in, and will return to…love. I heard it once, and I love simple analogies that every living being is like a drop...
Surviving the Surviving
Each new day used to mean a new day to "survive the after effects of surviving." I call it "surviving the surviving." It took a very long time to train my brain to look at a new day, and frankly everything, in a new way. It doesn't happen overnight or even after...
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