domestic violence, abuse

I was 26 years old. My children were 1 and 6 years old. I had recently ended a mentally and physically abusive relationship.

This blog is in commemoration of the recent celebration of the International Day of the Girl Child.

A mother and daughter should be close. The relationship should be a loving and nurturing one. A mother should be equated with the words safety and trust. These were not my experiences, but despite...

I was born into trauma and trauma has followed me throughout my life.

I am an African American woman living with HIV. I have been living with HIV since 1993 and diagnosed in January 1994.

Never would I ever think that I would be the one telling the story from this side. But they told us never to say never anyways, so I guess that is where I first went wrong. The second misstep happened...

"Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile, and who love you no matter...

Seven years ago today I met the man that would become both the best and worst memories, and love, I have known to date.

It was a normal quiet Monday night when I got the first email. It was after eleven o’clock and I was winding down for the night while watching tv, who could be emailing me I wondered, pinkfoxxphoenix?? Who the hell is this?

This is D.V. Awareness month right?! Well let me shed light on another ugly truth of mine. Yeah, I been there before, a couple times at the hands of both men who I beared children for. As I sit here and think of how to describe the brutal pain each physical incident caused, I’m a little lost honestly. So I’m just writing what’s in my head at this moment.