“Sometimes I’m ancient.”
Do you ever get a thought stuck in your head in the middle of the night, and you twist and turn it in your mind trying to unravel all the strings attached to it for hours? That’s where I was last night. Stuck on the single phrase: “Sometimes I’m ancient.” Continue reading
Today I forgot my phone at home. So I read the one book that I happened to have with me. Fahrenheit 451.
I read it twice in that short amount of time. And I remembered. Continue reading
I picked up a hitchhiker tonight. It’s freezing outside—it didn’t occur to me NOT to stop and offer help. If it matters to you–Yes, I was alone. Yes, I’m a woman. And yes, I was unarmed. But I stopped anyway. Continue reading
Author’s Note: This is not my story, but the woman that reached out to me wishes to help break the stereotype around her ectopic pregnancy and subsequent termination of the fetus while remaining anonymous. She and I both hope that sharing this will mean that others will not be so afraid to seek help and comfort for their own stories. Also, for those who would judge her for this– you have no choice but to direct your hate and anger at me. I am happy to do this for her.
Take care. I love you all. -T
Today I found out I was pregnant.
It wasn’t the happy, pee-on-a-stick-and-wait-impatiently-for-that-blue-line-to-appear type of discovery. It wasn’t the nervously-surprise-your-husband-then-burst-into-happy-tears sort of day.
It was a I’ve-been-bleeding-for-three-weeks-and-went-to-the-doctor type of pregnancy.
For the record, those aren’t the good kind. Continue reading
As I look through my wordpress feed, my facebook feed, my twitter feed, and basically any other place where people feel safe to speak freely– I realize that there are others out there who can say what I’m about to try to say much more eloquently than I can.
But, there are also a lot of people out there who write like they licked a light socket covered with lead paint, so I figured I’d give it a go. Continue reading