Mulling over a meme on a friend's facebook page this morning, I started to realize that the abuse that so many women endure, may never actually come to an end. Ever. "As we got ready to go to a movie one evening, I checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Hair looked good, make-up done. I was wearing a brown and beige houndstooth blazer over a brown top, and blue jeans. Nothing fancy, but dressy enough for a night out," she told me. "When he saw me, he told me I needed to change. He … [Read more...]
Wipe Away the Tears, and Run
I don't want to work out today. Yeah, it's overcast and cool. It's been raining for two days. But it's more than that-- I'm heartbroken. My Cuddle Bug is 6 years old. In fact, he's just two days younger than one of the sweet babies killed in Friday's massacre in Newtown, CT. I was sitting with my Cuddle Bug, having lunch with him in his school cafeteria, when the AP bulletin came over my phone. I continued to monitor the reports throughout the afternoon. There was no way to comprehend … [Read more...]