FALC

  • Consequences of the Choice

    “Cycles exist because they are excruciating to break. It takes an astronomical amount of pain and courage to disrupt a familiar pattern. Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles – than facing the possibility… Continue reading

  • Freedom Waited for Me to Act

    With the freedom of speech  comes the responsibility to  listen With the freedom of belief comes the responsibility to  accept With the freedom from want comes the responsibility to  serve And with the freedom from fear comes the responsibility to … Continue reading

  • A Legacy she can be Proud of.

    In my old body lives a young girl. Brokenhearted and at peace. I feel her most on my left side snuggled under my ribs. At times she is the lump in my throat.   She is my past and very… Continue reading

  • Celebrate my Badassery.

    It is the eve of 19 years. Nineteen years of leaving behind the only life I had known to dare dream of changing the legacy I was born into.   This wasn't a dream of mine. The truth fell into… Continue reading

  • I Hold You in My Heart

    I watched Michele Obama being interviewed about her latest book "The Light We Carry" with Oprah and they talked about Michele's friends.  The ones she calls her Kitchen Table.   The Kitchen Table has a relaxed image – one where… Continue reading

  • What you don’t know.

    Yesterday a woman who had great influence in my life turned 90.  I did not celebrate. This woman began programming me as a young child. Both in religious ways and codependent dysfunctional ways. She created the daughter she needed and… Continue reading

  • Feeling Unworthy

    Sending love to the deconstructedchurch kids that have a weirdrelationship with Christmas.The melancholy or isolatedthe ones doing their best to salvagethe good stuff. The ones reimaginingit for the kids, or tossing it altogether.You're seen and you're doing great. This was… Continue reading

  • Who Feel Like Home

    I was challenged today about not trusting christians.  I promised to write it out.   This is my third draft and I think I figured a few things out.   First I will be using my abusive childhood to help… Continue reading

  • A mask I wore

    I think the value of a christian is more in the eye of the beholder.  It appears quite different from the outside looking in.   I feel I am less in the eyes of christians. And more in my own.… Continue reading

  • You do not stand alone.

    I stood up for a child. My child. My 4 children. I stood for my siblings. I stood for their kids. I stood for the little girl inside of me. I stood for children everywhere who have been waiting for… Continue reading