Ramblings from the Homecoming Queen of Crazy Town

  Happy Mother’s Day in heaven to my Mom and my Grandma, who we lovingly called Nonnie—the women who raised me. Upon their arrival, I’m sure heaven had a little …

The hardest funerals to attend are the ones for people who are still living.  I found myself studying all of the empty graves lined up inside of my heart—graves that …

If dieting isn’t the answer to permanent weight loss, what is? I used food as comfort my entire life and let’s keep it real—I’m not perfect, sometimes, most times, in …

The Queen has returned from a long sabbatical. Do I have a story?  Indeed, I do. Don’t we all? After being in treatment for 3 years for the ongoing sexual …

It’s hard to get over a fear of the dark, when your monsters were real.  I’m a survivor. I was raped repeatedly for several years of my childhood. I speak …

You know it’s a stressful week when most of your texts to friends start with, “Girl, I need to be sequestered.” Typically, I’m an understanding person.  When another driver on …

Your tears matter. I know for many years they seemed irrelevant. The world seemed oblivious to both your pain and your sorrow. People can be callous and cold sometimes, and …

Have I mentioned I hate the dentist? About a week prior to leaving for LA, I had a crown come off of a molar and part of the remaining tooth …

A memo to the hurting: In reading over some of my past blogs, I was struck with how much pain and darkness filled my life at the time they were …

I will never be a well-behaved woman. This is a fact that would make some ladies cringe, but one that I’m quite certain has my mom and Nonnie dancing a …

Am I a tortured soul? Perhaps. It feels that way. It never used to, but it certainly does currently. The pain becomes inescapable and I wonder, has God forgotten me? …

I’ve always loved the rain–the soft, soothing sound of the drops hitting the roof of my house provide a hypnotic rhythm that has always been the perfect reason to sleep …