Monthly Archives: August 2014

August 28

A Letter to My Sister’s Murderer

Before the Sisterwives came about, I was unaware of the beauty which is Kim Sisto Robinson. But when I started reading her words, I was absolutely floored. More than anyone I’d read previously, I could relate to her writing. I too know the pain of a sister’s murder and I felt a kinship with her […]

August 25

Undoubtedly Woman

Back before I’d ever jumped head over heels into the spoken word world – I wrote a spoken word poem. I was in a Psychology of Diversity class and we were asked to do a creative class project showcasing something from the class, ideally something we related to ourselves. I thought about it for a […]

tattoo you August 21

Tattoo You

  I first discovered Michelle on Twitter, which she rules with a steely wit and a heart of gold. Back in May, she was suffering from depression and wrote a powerful post about it, “What If I Have Honest Depression?” After I finished reading, I scrolled down to leave a comment. Blogging behometh Jenny Lawson, […]

time in a bottle August 18

What It Takes

  I have a propensity for following bloggers who make me think and feel as much as they make me laugh. This isn’t an easy combo, as most of you know. It takes a willingness to be vulnerable, the courage to be honest, and the ability to make typed words drip with sarcasm. It’s a delicate trifecta […]

August 14

Lasting First Impressions (Part 2)

(If you missed Part 1, click here.) That was younger Don. That was before blogging Don. It sounds silly, but reading blog posts on different subjects ranging from physical abuse and drug addiction to prostitution, etc., has made me a better person and police officer. Long before I ever decided to start my own blog, […]

August 12

Lasting First Impressions (Part 1)

When I was a little girl, I feared policemen. I can’t pinpoint why. I grew up in a law abiding home, so I had no real reason to be afraid, but for some reason, they looked scary to me, intimidating with their dark uniforms, big sticks and guns. Once when my mom got pulled over […]

August 11

Gracias, Danke, Merci, Grazie, Thank You

This place began with a group of women who found each other online and enjoyed sharing little quips throughout the day, most of which involved boobs and #DickPunchThursday. Eventually though, the quips grew into conversations, which grew into friendships. One of us suggested we start a blog, that our little secret world of support should […]

August 07

Monsters

I’m introducing this post, because this blogger, Goldfish, is very dear to my heart. She is courageous in ways that go beyond words. She walks through this world, with her head held high and her arms ready to hold those who suffered the way she did.She writes these painful words only in the hopes that she […]

August 05

I Don’t Want to Be An Actress Anymore

I wanted to be an actress when I was little. It was my childhood dream. I wanted to be on Broadway. Never mind that I have no dancing or singing talent. I wanted to go to the School of the Arts in New York City. I wanted to wait tables and go on auditions. It […]