Inside most women I know, are about 100 women carrying torches, grasping hands, and pulling up and forward. It’s a fire. It’s a collective movement. It’s leaving no one behind. It’s proving that we are unstoppable. And it’s happening inside of them, all of the time. It’s being strong when…

It’s a gentle give and take, a push and pull, and in my case, a threat and a cuddle.

“If you throw another Paw Patrol toy, I’m going to sweep them up and toss them straight in the trash!”

This is followed by cries and defiant screams, but eventual compliance…

I'm just a skin today, draped over a dusty, wooden, nearly petrified frame. I sag and slump in places that I can no longer suck in, stick out, or push back. The skin frays around the fingers and the toes just brush the floor. …

Hello, day 100. I wasn’t sure we’d have the pleasure of meeting.

Guys. I did it. So did you. You put up with me talking about a blog for over 3 months. That is no small feat. Congratulations.

I went from talking about writing to actually writing. And I started…

Sometimes I wonder if there’s anyone out there that’s never had a hard goodbye. No sobbing in the airport security line. No slamming the trunk of your car and saying, “I guess that’s all of it.” No handing over of sweatshirts and keys. …

OYM Day 98: Things I Need

I want a bag filled with $5,000 and documents. I want a car hidden in a storage facility on the other side of town. I want a new passport and a new identity. I need an out for when I need an out.

I…

OYM Day 97: The Pink House

Sometimes, in my dreams, I visit the pink house. I enter through the garage most times and into the kitchen, the smell of linoleum and humidity, summer and cut grass. The windows are open and I can hear the pantry door open and close…

OYM Day 96: Sliding

Does it ever happen to you? You’re driving to the grocery store or moving like a crane, back and forth, from the dishwasher to the cupboard. Maybe you’re folding the laundry or stealing a glance at yourself between tooth brushing and spitting. Does you feel it…

OYM Day 95: I Am A Good Mother

I’ve been avoiding writing about motherhood, mostly because I don’t think people can relate to it, which is completely untrue. Being a parent certainly makes it easier to understand, but I wish I had read more about it before I had a…

Cassie Jean Wells

35/F/Las Vegas — Not a dutch milkmaid as picture may suggest. Question? Ask me anything. Info@oymandtrustme.com

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