Superbowl Sunday, 2013, New Orleans, Louisiana. “What you doing after the game?”
I smirked – as the text from the multi-millionaire I had been casually talking to rolled in. It …
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It was December 31, 2011 and as we did every year since becoming husband and wife we were at church ringing in the New Year the right way.
Our Pastor …
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Wildflowers Unscripted | Our writing challenge is finally here and for the month of February we along with Twenties Unscripted are challenging you – bloggers, instagrammers, artists, and tweeters …
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Physiologically, we crave the foods that aren’t healthy for us because they make our brains feel happy. Since learning this, I wonder if we subconsciously indulge in the intimate experiences …
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[ deep breath ]
My name is Yetti, and I am a recovering/recovered self-mutilator.
Yes, you heard me, and yes I posted this post.
I posted this post knowing most …
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I’m sick of this E. You gotta do better with yourself. She sat across from me on the floor in my bedroom and said those words with a pained …
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The first person I told that my stepfather molested me didn’t hear me. Her eyes were glazed over, head leaning forward, attention span engulfed in late night TV. I called …
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It was my fourth time running to the bathroom to regurgitate everything I ate earlier that day. As I laid in my bathroom and prayed to the porcelain god I …
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