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May 30, 2016
Protected: Triumph Pt1 Module 2
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Protected: Triumph Pt1 Module 2 The Mean Voice
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May 26, 2016
Child Prostitution is a First-World Problem
Ever wondered how to tell a difficult secret? Watch this! Since the reporter who was too scared to tell my story, I’ve known I had to tell it myself. I finally took the leap.
May 21, 2016
May 10, 2016
Are you a self-doubt addict?
Just spent the last two weeks having an MS attack (vertigo). Nothing like spending six days lying in one place with your eyes closed to show what your mind gets up to when left to its own devices: I’m an extremely gifted, intelligent, creative individual and I use all that power to tear myself to bits. Is this you? I’m…
April 7, 2016
Art isn’t what you do
Art isn’t what you do. It’s the way you do it. A tree spouts from your center. Water. Sunlight. Then flowers in their own time. The creative life is not a factory farm. * Author’s note: I’m at the intersection of my creative life, my healing process, and my creative healing business. Facing the fact that I was “created” by…
March 21, 2016
Why I’m giving you my best book, the one that got me a literary agent, for FREE
(In a hurry? Click here now to get Demolition Love for FREE) On January 31, 2016, I made the commitment to go all the way into the pain around my abuse. For the past year and a half, I’d been remembering sexual abuse, but now new memories had returned. I was a victim of child prostitution. After making this commitment,…
February 14, 2016
My Love is my Wealth: Poems for Lovers
Hello beautiful survivors! I hope, partnered or single, you’re planning to be extra loving with yourself today. I know I am. In fact, my calendar is blocked off with a full day of self-love, so I can only stay for a minute. I just wanted to share the book of poems I published yesterday about the healing power of True…
February 11, 2016
For you to break against
On your shore With salt-soaked skin My hourglass opens I am for you To break against A tightrope thrums Under sure feet The ephemeral becoming safe
unnoticed snowflakes
unnoticed realities melt singular potentials (or potential singularities) Grieve all that never was Do snowflakes reincarnate?
