Being Their Voice

I walked into a gathering of people last night absolutely exhausted. I had the usual “I am fine” smile on my face, with no intention of unloading the hurt I was carrying. Suddenly I was disarmed. “Sharon, how has your week been…REALLY?” I muttered something less than eloquent, when “My daughter hurts herself a lot, and I don’t know what to do” came out of my mouth. I couldn’t take it back, and I immediately felt the panic that so often happens when we veer from fake surface-level social conversations. Then I heard the words I didn’t expect to hear. “Oh yeah, we’ve been there, and are there, too.” 

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From Anorexia to Affirmations

I used to hate what I saw when I looked in the mirror. I weighed myself 10-20 times a day, and I would punish myself for whatever number appeared. I dreaded eating, yet I was consumed with thoughts about food all day long. Read more at thegracehaven.com

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Ponderings and “wisdom”of a 30 year old, beardless man

Preaching to the choir… of men.  As of the posting of these words, I will have aged into 3 decades of existence on this quaint little blue orb we endearingly call Earth, hurling around the galaxy at approximately 67,000 miles-per-hour around our sun. It’s all relative. First paragraph in, and I’ve already digressed spectacularly. I…

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