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Survive Your Story

Especially when we are writing for release, we should make good use of the writer’s drawer. Writing Traumas to Life I think graduate school was when I felt the most alive as a writer. It was a time of intense transition for me. I was studying what I was the most passionate about (the craft of writing). I began teaching adults for the first time. I found it vastly more stimulating and fulfilling than working with preschool age children. I became a mother, and with that family transition, I discovered

I am so excited because I am FINALLY launching an email campaign. The Survive Your Story Holiday Writing Guide is all about freeing yourself from the stress of the holiday season (and the end of 2016, right?) by using some of my favorite prompts and tools to release and recover. Wondering if this is for you? You DO NOT need to have ANY experience writing to take advantage of this course. You engage the prompts on your own terms. If this sounds good to you, you can join the Survive

by Jessica Boyce It would a simple thing, to take the pain away, to end the battle of my mind, And yet I choose to stay. My mind, so quick to anger, and pain cuts to the bone, yet I force myself onward, For I am not alone. One soul, he is my other half, would be broken and bereft, and children that are precious, would not know why I left. I am proud of my survival. It is my saving glory. The beasts that smeared and stained me, They

Most of my work centers on supporting individuals who are surviving or have survived abuse. I would argue that anyone who has survived trauma is still surviving it, but that’s it’s own writing. What I do is help individuals voice and reshape their stories. I do this because my story is one of abuse and survival. Over the years, I have written and rewritten what happened to me along with–and here’s the heart of what I teach–what should have happened to me. I write myself now into my story then.

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

I gave myself permission to love my site this month. It’s funny how we have to give ourselves permission to come first. I practice this every day with parenting. If I don’t tend to my emotional needs first, I’m far less able to deal with my offspring. But what about work? Is that also true? What I’ve noticed about myself is that I LOVE working for other people. I will always complete another’s project before my own. Because I enjoy it, I’ve never really stopped to think about how much

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