In my life I have tried always to be understanding and kind. I am the poster child for “You never know what might be going on at home.” I have given my fair share of grace and more to situations where I was grievously injured and spent years trying to figure out why I was constantly being used as a doormat for everyone’s poor choices. I was always made to feel so ashamed about my situation when it wasn't my situation to be responsible for to begin with. This is about to be really uncomfortable for a lot of people, but I need you all to understand something. I am passionate about women’s rights, affordable housing, police accountability, and support programs because of my mothers story, and then the story I heard from my own grandmothers lips during my divorce, and then my story which is a collective of not only my own trauma, but the generational trauma I have experienced through the limited choices of the women in my life. If you are a traditional spouse and that life is everythin...
This is the story of a city slicker who freaked out and moved to west Texas to recycle a house. Names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Sometimes there will be farm projects, sometimes its just me pontificating. I will however always try to make it interesting.