Think Speak Run

My Grandma died in December. I miss her. She once said something to me when I was pregnant with Ella: “We’ll defend each other to the hilt, darling.” The sad thing is, she never did get to do that as she had intended. Yes, she […]

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I ran this evening. It hurt. I hurt. I thought I’d have a fairly pleasant run, and stop a little after the point of pain. Nope. I couldn’t manage the final lap that I had anticipated. Each limb protested and I felt my face too […]

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I woke up yesterday morning and in my mumble of sleep managed to speak something of worth from my dream to David. I had a dream of setting up a project called Breaking Broken. The idea is that survivors of CSA who have felt broken […]

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Here again. I went for a run this evening. This was a big deal. I gave birth only a few months ago, and my body is all lumpy and saggy and misshapen. Only misshapen in the sense that it doesn’t fit into regular clothes because […]

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