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If only this feminist hadn’t curved the nice guy, she could be a real woman! by Mila Salander Throughout my life, I have faced the challenges of working and living with men whose fragile egos required constant attention, pandering, and suppression of my own personality and strength in order to keep their masculinity secure. I spent many years married to such a man (we’ll call him David). The magnitude of capitulation required to prevent upsetting his self-image was all consuming, destructive, and oppressive. The challenges to David’s ego were omnipresent.

Faith on the Wind Animosity cannot grow here among the shaded groves and dandelions roaring yellow faith. Let sunlight burst from fertile earth between the broken vines; animosity cannot grow here when twilight comes and blossoms close from bright heads to brimming hearts and dandelions roaring yellow faith. Children mourn the passing scene of selfless beauty and of love – animosity cannot grow here; their gentle hearts echo the light from a thousand little suns: dandelions roaring yellow faith. In old age, when the world has worn away the sight

she’s hard on him but she’s done nine years with four walls that she never wants him to know one morning after she lit into him they both skipped class when she picked him up later he said Mama let’s skip to the car like we used to An arsonist by trade, John Reinhart lives on a farmlette in Colorado with his wife and children. He is a Frequent Contributor at the Songs of Eretz, member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, and was awarded the 2016 Horror Writers Association

Do you have a THQ blog button on your site? I’d love to see you update it with one of the following buttons featuring my new porcupine logo. You know this guy’s been in the honey, but he’s surviving his story one step at a time. These are 500×500 images. To use them with WordPress, right click and save the image. Add it to an image widget with a link back to honeyquill.com or to your specific post if you have guested here. Maybe you show up to survive your

Trigger warning: domestic violence, gun violence Anniversary Hail to the guardians of sleep, for one year ago last night, they stood at the foot of my bed, or at the entrance to the baby’s room, in shifts, maybe even drugged him out cold on the couch so I might still have my head when I woke. Hail to the living room drywall, which absorbed fists meant for me the next morning, didn’t care if he tore it to shreds, and he did. Hail to my broken laptop, my broken phone, my

by Shareen Mansfield True story: I’m divine. Shawna, I prefer calling you Spock because I always spell Shawarama when I type your name. I’m hungry. Anyway, so Drew Sheldon is the winner. I used a scientific method that I made up to choose him. I went to the mall for Auntie Anne’s Pretzels. I know…gluten. So, I knew you’d mention the gluten so I decided to get jelly beans. I wanted exactly $100 of jelly beans. Why? Who cares. They are Jelly Belly’s. I’m committed to this as part of

by Thomas Ives A Note from Shawna: I asked Thomas Ives, #ShareInspireConquer pioneer and inspirational blogger at Bestowing Fire, if he would please contribute some writing to my site. Thomas is an incredible individual whose goal in life you will find below. He reaches my heart with all of his work. He is supportive beyond the page. He is yet another wonderful person I’ve connected with through #LinkYourLife and I couldn’t be more grateful. I am so glad to know him and delighted to share his voice on The Honeyed

Yulia Azriel is a Bloomington yogini who runs Gentle Heart Yoga and Wellness in Bloomington, IN. She regularly offers wellness retreats along with her husband, Gabriel Lantz. Yulia intended to lead yoga at one of my retreats, but our schedules didn’t match up. Instead, she created this amazing video so that all of my students can continue their trauma work from home with a reusable grounding tool. Originally, it was going to be shared only with class participants, but Yulia is the gentle heart she named her business for, and she

My mother had a long-term boyfriend when I was 10 years old. She was going to marry him and, wow, he was like a father to me. My dad had exited my life at the age of five. He was a serial cheater; a man that loved to have women at every port whilst his wife was back at home barefoot and pregnant. He had come into my life again a year beforehand, willing to mend broken ties. His dad had just died and when Mum and Dad were at the funeral she

I am not an emotional person.  Well, the old me isn’t anyway.  My prior profession, serving in the military, made me void of any emotions long ago.  It was seen as a weakness to truly care about the soldiers that you were in charge of.  The culture of the military is to mask your emotions and get on with the business of defending this country. I was lock, step and heel in that philosophy, too.  Don’t show any emotions so that your subordinates, peers and superiors don’t mistake it for

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