road trip
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right where we left it…
“You should buy yourself something,” he said while observing me eyeing the jewelry. “If I were one to wear a bracelet, I would buy the green one.”It was two sentences amongst a million words spoken that day that followed me for twenty months, having walked out of the store never making the purchase.I could not Continue reading
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love at the overlook…
I was watching the sunset at an overlook in Smokey Mountains National Park.I had told a friend recently my deep love for sunrises and sunsets; the “why” to the admiration I hold for them.He suggested I make it my “thing” in life to see them in every state.So there I was…–However, on that day it Continue reading
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the runaway bride…
Someone once told me he preferred my hair long.To cut it would be like chopping off the trunk of a vehicle (his exact words).“Why ruin what is perfectly fine as is?” he said to me while sitting in his car in my driveway.A few days after that conversation I cut my hair.Nothing drastic.Just enough to Continue reading
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life advice at red rocks…
I was sitting at the top of the Red Rocks Amphitheater – having just walked up and down it (by way of the bleachers) three times.It was my display of redemption for the Jenna who at one point was living in a body that could no longer even walk up one stair of her home.So Continue reading
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the man in the convertible…
I stepped into the Planet Fitness in Tucson, Arizona.I was simply there for one thing: a shower.Dirty and sweaty from having just walked the most random trail to see the sunrise in a sea of cactus in which I got lost, scratched up my legs, and accumulated nearly fifty bug bites all over my body.I Continue reading
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chasing sunsets…
“So where to next?” he asked. “I know, I know. I am totally putting you on the spot actually making you plan the next step in life.”He gave a sly smile.He knew a majority of this trip I was just making up as I went.Having lived a life for decades in obedience to rules and Continue reading
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no going back to normal…
“In about a quarter of a mile, I am going to turn the corner. When I do, all I ask is you just take it all in. It is going to make you come alive.”We were on a scenic drive past Park City. He was giving me a tour of his favorite spots, teaching me Continue reading
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a place to call home…
He quickly swallowed his bite of cheesesteak, mid chew as the shock sped up his need to reply to my response.It was evident he had no idea that question would actually warrant a yes.“Wait, really? Seriously?”“100%. Why not?” I said in a light hearted manner. As if picking up my entire life, leaving behind all Continue reading
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my best yes…
“What can I get you two to eat?” the waiter asked as he approached us at the counter.“My treat. Get anything you like,” my friend said.I looked up from the menu at the waiter, “what do you recommend?”He listed off a few items; raved about one of the salad options and the pizza and the Continue reading
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seeing through the darkness…
“I am going to make a guess that you want to live in a cabin one day. One more rustic. A bit of age to it for enhanced character.”We were walking down the main street in Park City on the way to lunch – jumping around in conversation covering the many facets of life.“Ha, and Continue reading
About Me
I am a woman on a mission to turn her pain into purpose using her passion for writing. This blog is the journey of my becoming, excerpts from the pages of my book of life – the good and bad and everything in between – written with the intent to heal, to guide, to inspire…
I write to document the tale of a heroine slaying every dragon that comes her way for she knows she is the only one who can save herself.
I write to tell the story of a woman brought back to life; a chronicle of rebirth to show the power of hope and redemption.
I write to give meaning to every yes spoken – whether in shouts or whispers, in fear or bravery.
I write to share with the world the story of what happens when one believes in the beauty of a better tomorrow. What happens when one refuses to settle for anything less than butterflies. What happens when a mere spark you defiantly declined to let go out ignites into an inferno.
I write to open the eyes of all those who feel like the victim in their own story to see that they are not helpless or damaged or weak. They are in control. They have everything within to become the victor.
I write to speak life into the grieving to allow words laced in truth and love to mend the wounds inhibiting the heart from moving forward.
I write for the invisible to feel seen. I write to lead us all on the journey to the happily ever after….it is waiting to be lived by each of us <3
Clandestine Confessions 