"you can’t break up with a soul mate. - true story" - Christina Strigas
A Book of Chrissyisms is based off of Christina's popular quotes that went viral on Twitter.
TO BE LOVED by Carolyn Riker "Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of her life, every quality of her mind, is written large in her words." - Virginia Woolf https://youtu.be/EqKQwH54T6c Carolyn's first book, Blue Clouds: A Collection of SOUL'S CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE is also available for purchase from Amazon and Barnes & … Continue reading This is Love: Poetry and Prose by Carolyn Riker
Several weeks ago I volunteered at the Wild Goose Festival in Hot Springs, North Carolina. “What?” you ask. I asked the same question myself as I had never heard of the Wild Goose Festival, but I checked out their website and felt a stirring within that this was a place I wanted to be if … Continue reading She Kept Her Faith
Art by Michal Boubin. today you destroyed me; my laughter ceased. i felt the pain driven deep within my heart, as you lashed out against me in a furious rage. i stood before you rendered powerless, struck by your ardent emotional outburst. your words, like daggers - were stabbing, were slashing; tearing violently through my … Continue reading Bleeding Heart
Carolyn Riker’s blog “My anger is real and just” is the most honest blog about feelings I’ve had the pleasure of reading. Honest and raw in feeling. Well said, Carolyn! Thank you for your honesty, and sharing it with the masses.
Warning. I’m super grumpy.
I almost dread what’ll come out of my mouth.
Skimming through my newsfeed, I detest the catchy psycho-babble nonsense that’ll cure your [insert any label] in 10 quick easy tips!” All I hear is blah, blah, blah. Flip [scroll] the page and shake my head.
I assure you it’ll take a lot more than 10 tips to ‘fix’ me. Perhaps I don’t even need fixing. Maybe what I need is to be heard and seen.
Equally annoying are the sexy click and bait posts.
I’m tired of the BS and the steady stream of artificial-flavored-super-happy and perfect people. How is that even possible – every-flippin’-day? (I have a hard enough time getting clothes on.)
My rose-colored glasses have been dipped in real and that’s when I stop for few seconds because this wicked heart-throat-lump forms.
Maybe just maybe I’m ranting and raging because (big sigh)…
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