trauma
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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
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a spirit stuck in time…
We were sitting on his deck eating peanut butter cookies (I have tried and failed countless times to find cookies back home nearly as good as those).I was sipping on the coffee he made me upon arriving at his house.He and I were discussing the correlation of the beehive and Utah – narrowing it down Continue reading
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a priceless two cents…
“So, are you artsy at all?”The question was bound to be asked given we just spent the last hour viewing and analyzing hundreds of paintings and sculptures.“Well, I can draw an art gallery worthy stick figure,” I joke. “But words are more my outlet for creativity.”“I recall you mentioning being a writer at the wedding. Continue reading
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the release of butterflies…
“I like this one,” I said standing in front of a print with five horses galloping in the sand.We were walking through our fifth gallery. I asked him to lead every aspect of the day, with him being the local and me the tourist. Lately he had become interested in art so we spent the Continue reading
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returning the ring…
It was at a rest stop in Oregon on August 29 – my halfway point from Spokane, Washington to somewhere to be determined in Utah – when it began.I laid in my back seat unable to sleep – kept awake by the adrenaline of living an authentic life.A euphoric energy that had me blissfully running Continue reading
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the text that started it all…
I took a 24 hour adventure to Denver a few months ago.Leave it to me to drive 8 hours for a concert.And then straight back through the night to make it home in time for work.In the middle of a treacherous snowstorm.Not exactly the safest decision, but I exist for the thrill of it all Continue reading
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receiving the phone number…
We were in Park City walking into the restaurant he chose for lunch.The same one he used to frequent with his students back when he was a ski instructor.I was told the story as we approached the building of how eager the kids would get at the end of the lesson to race back down 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 