Posts Tagged "Towson"

Jenna’s Story

Posted by on Nov 3, 2012 in Identity, Self-Care

Jenna’s Story

"Charlie, don’t you get it?…[you’re] sweet and everything, but it’s like you’re not even there sometimes. It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but…You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love…I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do." Stephen Chbosky, the perks of being a wallflower

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Communication: Putting Down the Armor

Posted by on Oct 15, 2012 in Relationships

Communication: Putting Down the Armor

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one... Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe... It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable..." C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

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Lost Girl: Sex and the Need to Please

Posted by on Sep 20, 2012 in Identity

Lost Girl: Sex and the Need to Please

"She’s been everybody else’s girl, maybe one day she’ll be her own." Tori Amos, "Girl"

Sarah curls up in the chair, sunlight glinting off the top of her bent head. She can’t look at me. "Did you want to do it?" I ask. "No." "Then why did you?" "I thought I had to. We had already started, and I knew that’s what he expected. I didn’t want him to be mad."

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Bravery

Posted by on Sep 7, 2012 in Parenting

Bravery

"Oh Franklin! ...just because you're afraid doesn't mean you aren't brave. Being brave means doing what you have to do no matter how scared you feel." Paulette Bourgeois, Franklin Goes to the Hospital

My daughter wipes her cheeks and nose with the knotted up tissue, dazed brown eyes leaking constant tears that drip onto her red and white striped cotton dress.

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One Parent’s Grief

Posted by on Aug 22, 2012 in Loss, Trauma

One Parent’s Grief

"...please: Don’t say it’s not really so bad. Because it is…If you think your task as comforter is to tell me that really, all things considered, it’s not so bad, you do not sit with me in my grief but place yourself off in the distance... Over there, you are of no help…I need to hear from you that you are with me in my desperation. To comfort me, you have to come close." Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son

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