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    Depleted Momentum • The Art of Weaponized Truth

    March 15, 2026 / No Comments

    Everytime the phone rings lately and it’s my mother on the other end, I think back to the times when she was not a phone call away but instead all in my face and in my personal space. I do not wish those days back.

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    Ready or Not – Don’t Come to a Battle of Wits Unarmed

    August 4, 2020 / No Comments

    Some people think that if they raise their voice at me, I’m going to bend to their will. They mistake my calm demeanor as an opportunity to beat me with volume. The human capacity for burden is like bamboo – far more flexible than you’d ever believe at first glance. -Jodi Picoult

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  • Divorced. Now what?

    Passive Aggressive

    April 22, 2013 / No Comments

    It might have been easier to leave had he been overtly abusive and used his fists or had shouted more. Unfortunately his methods were more insidious, harder to detect, therefore, easier to excuse away. It is hard to grasp just how crazy I felt all the time married to someone who employed his passive-aggressiveness like a samurai sword. I am having difficulty believing that I will ever “grow” from this experience, or be able to look back on it without tons of regret and shame.

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    A Lame Excuse By Any Other Name, Is Still Lame

    April 19, 2013 / No Comments

    When your ex forgets your birthday and somehow makes it your fault, that's not an oversight — it's passive aggression. Recognizing the manipulation is a win.

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