What is Grooming?

Grooming is a destructive stage of sexual abuse, in which a person uses deceptive (and often non-sexual) bait or pressure to lure someone into a situation where they are easier to sexually exploit against their will. Learning about grooming was vital as I struggled to piece myself back together from shreds. I couldn’t pinpoint, at…Read more »

Statues, Trophies, Idols

It felt exposing to see the Nike goddess statue in her plaza home on news coverage of the Royal Jubilee because Nike, or Victoria, is the cover photo on my just-published book. The exposure was both imposter-ish and relevant; my story has nothing to do with empires, but discusses victories and tributes. I think of…Read more »

Tell

How did secrets creep up on me, unwanted? How did I wind up holding them in my basket of arms … and how do I pour them out? I meant to tell Beloved everything. But integrity seemed overstretched, like taffy gone stringy and gappy in places, laced between the fingers of two hands moving slowly…Read more »

Not a Man Hater

Crisp fall wind prickles the nose, awakens the face. Draw it into your chest, savor it, release it slowly. It soothes to the core. Welcome the invigorating sensation of clearing the air. Not a man hater. In fact, my confrontation reflects the opposite. I’ll tell you why. Yes, I’ve been disappointed by men in my…Read more »

God Thy Dread, Chicken Little

These days have me feeling like chicken little. Writing from the wringer of anxiety, I fret my peers concluding I’m losing my ever-loving … perspective. Nevertheless, let’s enjoy the ride for two minutes, if for nothing more than literary exercise. Droughts, floods, and plagues, unpredictable tides and winds are reported like as many fallen skies.…Read more »

At the Intersection of Church and State

I can’t be the first to write about this junction; a real place. Imagine sermons of the past spoken within the image here, voicing a reference, at the very least, to the steeple’s poignant position on the city map, the theme echoing on-location within the sanctuary confines. My spouse first drew my attention to the…Read more »

Tresses of Surrender

Hair unbound is the free spirit of wild horses, the mysterious shape of wind-waved prairie grass. I dangle hair over my infant to hear delightful peals of laughter emanating from the nose wiggling underneath. I enjoy the warmth of a friend braiding the strands; the tenderness of a child clutching and silking tresses; the stir…Read more »