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You're Not Crazy—He Said
You’re Not Crazy—He Said It has been so long since I had talked to someone and these words coming from a man seemed surreal. Being told you’re crazy so many times a week for a number of years leaves you feeling and believing like you are—especially coming from someone you love. Why do men do…
Saying Goodbye to Being the Good Wife and Writing
Saying Goodbye to Being the Good Wife and Writing Waking up in a hotel after years of taking care of a home, husband and duties as a wife left me reeling with shock, confusion and anxiety. I had to get real very quick and figure out what I needed to do. One of which was…
Feeling More and More Like Myself
Feeling More and More Like Myself The rain and snow came in gently last night and blanketed the street below. I woke up and listened to the sounds of the slush on the sidewalks and the plows off in the distance. It has been awhile since I have slept through the night, but it was…
Desolation and Finding the Light Again
Desolation and Finding the Light Again It has taken me awhile to find my center again. Having had the wind knocked out of me this past year. Everything in my world seemed to be turned upside down as I struggled with all the changes that were thrust into my reality. Things were so dark and…
Sick of Ranting and Learning to Flirt Again
Sick of Ranting and Learning to Flirt Again The pages of my journal look like a war zone lately. Endless rants about how so much has changed. How much suffering I have been through this year. The chatter in my head with it’s unceasing critical accounts of all the mistakes I have ever made—the litany…
Writing What They Won't Like and Project 333
Writing what they won’t like and Project 333 Good thing I didn’t get rid of some of the boxes that I had only unpacked just last year. Little did I know that once again I would possibly be moving—really haven’t even cleaned the place that much. I suppose that is a good thing—I use to…
Writing When it all Falls Apart
Writing When it all Falls Apart The house is quiet and the heat is on. I love wearing sweaters and have taken the warm ones out of their storage. I haven’t really even unpacked. The move here was in a rush of violence and shock. So many things that seemed to be alright were coming…
Spilling Emotions and the F word
Spilling Emotions and the F word I get up very early now and watch the light change from grey to white. I have my little window that looks out into the yard. It used to be a more formal garden with my flowers in nice little circles and cute little-trimmed rows, but now it is…
The Madness of the Housewife
The Madness of the Housewife Down she goes into the basement—dark—retrieving lord knows what. It had been so long since she even looked at some of these items. Stored away for the future. A future that now didn’t include the role of being a “housewife.” I never really wanted to get married. I had watched…
Rhonda J Flanagan 