Author * Mom * Introvert
(pairs well with Wine)
Here’s what real predators look like if you’re a single woman with children.
1. They pretend to be helpful. They try to offer you help in some capacity—let me do some work around your house—whatever. They’re trying to get an “in”.
2. They all think that complimenting you is going to disarm you. Ladies, don’t let flattery be your downfall.
Read moreI wrote about my “mental health melee” experience back in April wherein I checked myself in for evaluation at USA following a nervous breakdown that’s the direct result of ongoing pestering from people online. My pattern recognition is so strong that I kept seeing what seemed like textbook identical behavior from people. My ultimate understanding was that I had to truly protect my energy—I had to draw all of my attention—energy and power—back into myself.
Read moreI had to burn down a bajillion times. The patriarchy only has to burn once. But one day, we will all be free of this conditioned nonsense. But that starts with going inward and decentralizing the external. When I walked away from one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, I saved myself, and I took back my power, and guys…I rather like it. I think I’m going to keep it.
Read moreI say we are all connected like Rio Celeste, like a river that runs through all of us because we are, and my friend sent me a link where Glennon Doyle uses the same metaphor to describe our connectedness. We all have our boats—our purposes, our priorities. We can’t take on every issue, but we have what we have…mine is love and relationships.
Read moreI realize I’ve “gone crazy” more than once in the last couple of years, but such is life especially when you’re a survivor of cyberstalking. Let’s talk about what it is and what happens and the prevalence of this in our community. After watching patterns and paying attention for two years, the cult of cyberstalkers and stalkers in general is a microcosm of the Epstein macrocosm. I have tracked this to Florida, to New Mexico, to Oregon, to Utah, to Tennessee, and I feel quite sure—everywhere in between. Let’s dig into what happens when you’re being stalked…and invited repeatedly to join a Satanic cult.
Read moreThe gentleman, who was obviously a little past tipsy, started on this random diatribe—“I mean, some people hate me because I voted for Trump. Because I support Trump.”
And I really had to work to control this face, but at the same time, I was trying to assuage his fragmented esteem. But here’s what I didn’t say…
Read moreIn a world where normal is determined by what the majority is doing, it can be really difficult to discern what you want authentically for yourself.
Read moreI am fully aware that even though our marriage was short—less than a decade—it was a success, and what’s more at the point that Sean died…we had finally figured out what life was really all about.
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