The Latest Dish

  I don’t love you I don’t miss you I don’t want you But I must admit The finality of it hit me hard The failure The loss The U-turn   The revelry died down The exultations ceased The rabble rousers grew tired  In the aftermath Injury Desolation Truth  

Do you really like who you are? Do you like yourself? I mean who you are as an entire person. Growing up I did not like myself. But it was mostly because I was in an abusive household with a mom who rarely had good things to say about me. In school I was awkward and mean because of my insecurities. I truly don't think I was a nice person. I married a man who belittled me constantly. I thought I was the worse person in the world. He profited from my self hatred and self doubt and reveled in my mi...

"I want to be a lawyer" exclaimed Anthony to the Judge that christened his adoption with the swipe of his pen and the promise of a better future. Just years before, Anthony and his brother Thomas could barely speak. Their only form of communication was a series of negligible sounds and the words "whoop ass" which they memorized because their birth mother uttered those two words to them consistently. Unwanted by their birth mom, their only parenting role model was the dog, whose bathroom routine ...

When I was younger it would drive me crazy when people accused me of things that were not true. It started with my mom. She would accuse me of breaking something and I had no idea of what she was talking about. But she was overbearing and intent on having her way and did not want to hear anything I had to say. I would have to admit to something I did not do and take the punishment for it. Often, the punishment was too severe. Then in elementary school, I was accused of getting good grades and ex...