Tag: strong



18 May 2017

A superhero demonstrates powers beyond human. Not everyone can have superpowers.  In my mind, these are the following qualities:

  • Overcome immense adversity (my Wasband doesn’t count. Nor does the whore)
  • Find a way to rise above (see parentheses above)
  • Portray a human characteristic
  • Use powers for the betterment of humanity (can’t do this if you don’t possess any powers. Again, see parentheses above)
  • Thinking you’re a king and queen. Imposters don’t belong.  This does not fit into the super hero dynamic.  Wasbands and whores who address each other as a king and queen need a reality check and get out of Fantasyland. They don’t belong there either.

I belong with the superheroes.  I am Wonder Woman.  No, really.  She was my idol growing up. I even had WW Underoos, but they stayed hidden because superheroes only transform during cries for help; then they’re true selves are shown.  Plus, Underoos were glorified underwear.  Today, I don’t even think they could pass for a costume; they were that skimpy.

Wonder Woman’s background is interesting.  She is part Amazon with a Greek history in her lineage.  She is smart and beautiful.  She has an aura about her.  She could deflect anything with her gold bracelets.

I have managed to survive a cruise ship, nine days in Chile, 2 ½ months living under the same roof, getting through 2 ¾ terms of school, work, and a pending divorce.  If I was still sharing a residence, I know I would not be where I am today…at all.  I sat still, furiously fidgeting, for four months, cleaned up some clutter, made the house my own, and still trying to make the perfect lemonade drink.   I created boundaries (deflecting things that could bring harm) and have said ‘no more.’

I have always embraced my independence.  It’s who I am.  I am a strong woman and welcoming the liberation a life that was tossed away (not my choice).  I still stumble, but I also stopped trying once I recognized I wasn’t wanted.  I bargained for a brief, dark moment at the onset of the Wasband’s confession, but I quickly dropped it once I saw his true colors floating in front of my eyes.  There was no fix to this.  At least not on my end.  The damage from the battlefield added to more things irreparable.

Wonder Woman is a warrior.  I am a warrior.  There is an acute degree of strength within myself, and it really comes out after dark moments and even a few bad days.  I possess power and grace.  I belong to an elite group.  I am confident.  I am a role model.  I am paving my own path to become my own special super heroine.  I am.




9 April 2017


This is the first week of ten, and the last term of my education.  Getting a second Master’s doesn’t negate my first one.  In fact, the first complements the second because it is communication based.  Writer’s need to know how to effectively communicate across a wide palette.  Degrees aren’t erased and cannot be taken away.

Life, on the other hand, continues to remain interesting.  I don’t go looking for information.  It shows up in random places.  Recently I discovered I have been erased.  Not only have I been erased, but a life I once knew was erased.  Gone.  No traces.  No existence.

How can a character so cruel?  This is a question I ask as I move forward in my thesis writing and get back to Natalie and her horrible fiancé, Nick.  Up through chapter five, we’ve seen a shady side of Nick that not many of us like to see.  Nick will begin to grow worse.

These next eight weeks of classes will be just as challenging, if not more, than last term.  There’s a final push to complete my 35,000 word novel, and I am taking a literature course with a 15-20 page research paper due at the end.  My focus still remains on my education, but I’m also looking forward to some of the traveling I have planned; mostly for work, and one trip for SNHU graduation.  Even a few days away will help me immensely.  I’m used to reading, writing and studying from airports, hotels, planes, trains and automobiles.  I am 120% ready for the challenges incorporated into this term and life.  I may still stumble along the way, but will bounce back to my feet with an undetermined amount of strength.  Bring it on!

In the end, I have not faded away, out of existence, or erased.  In fact, it’s just the opposite.  As my cousin told me, I’m very much here.  In the face of reality, I haven’t done anything wrong; I have no shame, and I certainly don’t deserve all that has happened in life.  I will take full credit for my accomplishments during times of trials and tribulations.  I have a significant amount of strength buried underneath my exterior, and it’s the determination to see these next ten weeks through that is not only going to be my saving grace, but will also be a true testament of the woman that I am.

As for Natalie and Nick?  Well, the story begins to unravel in nine short weeks.