Ramblings from the Homecoming Queen of Crazy Town

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 …

Let me just dive into this topic, because I’m annoyed and a little pissed off.  We all know when those emotions flare up, my alter ego, the Homecoming Queen of …

I received a phone call from a friend and when I answered, her panicked voice said, “shit just got real.”  Not the words you want to hear when you pick …

Some things will just never make sense.  The longer I continue down my path of healing, the more I acquiesce to the reality that many of the answers I so …

A few weeks ago I was out of state, promoting the book, and one evening while I was in my hotel something blog-worthy happened.  That’s how my life works.  I’ll …