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Soul Vomit Anthology

I am very proud to be one of the contributing authors for the "Soul Vomit: Beating Domestic Violence" annual anthology.  Several of my works that the readers of this blog are familiar with are included in this initial anthology as well as my multi media art work, "Forever and Half a Day".  Proceeds from the sale of this anthology will be used to stop all forms of domestic violence and abuse.  You can order your copy of this anthology by clicking here.  Thank you to everyone who helped make this dream a reality and let's continue to stop violence against women.  Together.

The Soul Vomit annual anthology aims to help society open its eyes to this painful epidemic hiding behind closed family doors all over the world. Domestic violence is often unreported, unseen, and unknown, which is why it is our duty to raise awareness and encourage strength in bystanders to call the police, report suspicious behaviors, and be a friend to someone who is in a violent home e…

Two Years

Today marks two years since I held my Gran and watched as she passed from my arms into the arms of her King.  In some ways it feels like it was yesterday.  In most ways it feels so much longer than that.  I miss her every single day.  I am confident that I will be with her again.  I would like to post the tribute I wrote last year on this day.  A year has passed, but the feelings are exactly the same.  I am sure they will remain the same until I once again look into her beautiful blue eyes...

"Did You Ever Know You Were My Hero?" A tribute to Mary Louise Eye

On 12/2/10 at 3:45am I looked into your beautiful blue eyes for the last time and held you as you took your last breath.  You lived a life dedicated to your family, friends, and your God.  You were the single greatest example to me of unconditional love and you were more my mother and best friend than my Grandmother.  Oh yes, you scolded me and were stern at times, and you were never shy about giving me a piece of y…

Loud Voices: Breaking the Silence of Domestic Violence

I recently had the honor of speaking at this year's Loud Voices event sponsored by RDVIC and held at Terra Cafe in Morgantown, WV.  This is my second year in a row at this event and even though Hurricane Sandy made it a very windy and rainy night, I was so happy to be there to share and hear the work of other survivors.  Below is video of two of the four pieces I shared as well as some of the backstory for each piece.  My love to you all.  Be blessed.

Watch "Forever And Half A Day" here

Watch "Hair" here

The Pixel Project's Paint It Purple 2012: "People and Pets Say NO!" Photo Initiative

Family pets are frequently also victims of domestic violence and sometimes, they are one of the prime reasons why a woman and her kids can’t leave the abusive home behind because they are unable to take the pet with them.

On the flip side, pets and animals such as trained dogs and horses also help with the healing process for women and girls recovering from rape, assault and abuse.

This Domestic Violence Awareness Month, The Pixel Project invites anyone and everyone who has family pets or work with animals (be it dogs, cats, birds, fish, horses, tortoises etc) to take a picture of yourself and your pet while holding up white paper or board as a sign that says: “We say NO!”

Taking part is super simple – here’s what you do:

Step 1: Get your sign done!

Here’s what your sign should say

Your name & your pet’s name

your city, your country:

We say NO!

Step 2: Get everyone organised! You can have just a simple picture of you and your pet, or a group picture of your family/community and their pets…


I wasn't sure I would ever post this for public consumption.  I wrote it while dawn was breaking one morning last week and I sent it to the muse that inspired it.  I am sharing with you because it is my most Naked...and it is the way I am feeling tonight.

Be blessed.

You never forget the exact moment you are aware you are naked. Absence of the image, bare of the armor. The moment when time stops. The momentyou hand over your heart. Other people and sounds quickly disappear, And you are blissfullytransported to another reality...
Your face--your eyes especially--became the center of my awareness, The center of my universe It was in that moment I stopped fleeing...fearing... fighting And for the first time in forever, Indulged Hope.
Ah Love... What a wretched, horrible thing it is. Vulnerability, with its sickly, weak sensation Gently caresses the base of my throat And then begins to squeeze. I feel my strength, and my resolve Leave quickly and completely.
The moment I hear…

Blind Side

My most recent article (published 6/21-one day before the verdict) for The Well Written Woman ( about the Sandusky case.

In the moments immediately following my live broadcast late last November I made a silent promise to myself that I would not make any further public comment about that...that...mess (for lack of a better word that fully encompassed the news that was coming out of State College, PA the previous week).  No blogging, tweeting, Facebooking, and certainly no further radio broadcasts. Not because I didn’t have very strong opinions.  Quite the contrary. However, I knew from years of personal experience and years of education in psychology and counseling, that my “strong opinions” forged out of my own childhood sexual abuse were the very thing that caused all hopes of any objectivity toward the Sandusky situation to go flying out the closest window. I don’t live far from Pittsburgh, PA and the local news as well as the national news was thick with th…

The (Eye) Candyman Can

My first article for The Well Written Woman (  Enjoy!!

Well, it’s official. All of my future Halloweens have been forever tainted...ruined really. This morning I was passing by the television just as Matt Lauer was discussing the new print ad for Snickers. If you haven’t had the pleasure, here it is:

This ad is so disturbing on so many levels I scarcely know where to begin...oh wait...yes I do.  Let’s begin with the woman pictured in only her underwear with someone wearing boxing gloves approaching her from behind. I don’t know about you, but that image causes every stranger-danger-domestic-violence-abuse alert nerve in my body fire simultaneously and every hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. Then there is the fact that an image of a nearly naked woman is the focal point in a print ad for a candy bar. Ew. I mean...seriously??  Who was the marketing genius who said “Hey, I’ve got an idea!  Let’s use sex to sell the candy!! It seems to work well for t…

A Song for Mama

I had a wonderful opportunity this Mother's Day to be part of a amazing project by my friends AHMIR as they covered "A Song for Mama" originally recorded by Boyz II Men in 1997.  This version's YouTube video is filled with pictures and dedications from the band, as well as AHMIR's friends and fans from all over the world to the "moms" in their lives.  I am happy and honored that my own mother and grandmother are pictured at the 4:40 mark in the video.

In our current society being a "mom" isn't considered to be much of a career choice.  If young girls are asked what they want to be when they grow up and they say "I want to be a mom" the question, "Yeah, but what kind of work do you want to do?" almost always follows.  I had many jobs in the last 33 years since I began delivering newspapers in the pre-dawn hours at the ripe old age of 12 back in Preston County, WV.  Some of my jobs were very glamorous and some were not. …

The Survivor Behind The Picture: Eliska Hahn

THE SURVIVOR BEHIND THE PICTURE: Meet Eliska Hahn - a survivor of both domestic violence and rape. She is The Pixel Project's volunteer Music Campaigns Coordinator and is one of the 6 women who bravely allowed us to include their picture in the music video PSA of 'The Rose'. Here is her story of how she survived and thrived and why she decided to have her picture included in the video. Musicians: If you haven't recorded "The Rose" for our YouTube Cover Carnival already, please consider doing so - Eliska is just one of the many survivors who represent the women you would be benefiting.

Click here for the complete story: The Survivor Behind The Picture: Eliska Hahn

Talia Beth

16 years ago today at 4:38p CT God allowed me to look upon the face of an angel. If I live 10 more years or 50, she (along with her brother) will always be the best thing I ever did with my life. Her laughter is my favorite music, her smile is my sunshine. Her happiness is my joy, forever. Talia you have taught me the meaning of true love and I can't imagine a parent being more proud or more thankful for a child. You have grown into a beautiful woman, in spite of my mistakes. You have given much more than you ever took, and you are my hero. Happy Birthday Princess. It is your birthday, but I am the one who got The Gift. I love you and remain honored to be your "momma" ♥ ♥ ♥


One month ago today, I lost my best friend. Today is much like that day-the sun is shinning, birds are singing, and people are going about their lives...and it How can the world keep on spinning? How can the sun dare to shine? The loss of Loray has been devastation personified in the lives of so many. On this day I would like to share the words I spoke at her funeral. I love you Ray-Ray. You will continue to live in the hearts and lives of those you loved...Forever

When I spoke with Loray’s sister Shirley Saturday night and she asked me if I would like to speak at this service today I immediately said yes, but when I hung up the phone I was absolutely panic stricken that, for the first time in almost 25 years, I wouldn’t be able to find the right words to say ...because I now know there truly is a grief that can not be spoken.   

I met Loray in 1987 when I had just turned 21 years old.  I was a single mom in the middle of a divorce and I pretty much had …


With all of the buzz on the social media sites about today being February 29th, I started thinking about the word "Leap" and why "Leap Year" is just that, instead of, say, "Jump Year".  The official definition for Leap (used as a verb) is "to jump or spring a long way, to a great height, or with great force".  When compared to the definition for Jump- "to push oneself off a surface and into the air by using the muscles in one's legs and feet"- to Leap is clearly more powerful and impressive.  Jumping, by definition, is restricted to the power and ability of the "muscles in one's legs and feet".  To me, it sounds as if "Leaping" is like "Jumping" to the 10th power...almost like there is something supernatural or extraterrestrial about ones potential ability to Leap. 

You might be wondering right about now why this could possibly be important.  After all, isn't this merely semantics?  Well yes...a…

Teed Dating Violence Awareness Month

Live again this Sunday 2/19/12 at 11p EST with guest Toni Sacher!! Exclusively on BlogTalkRadio!!
Teed Dating Violence Awareness Month 02/19 by Eliska Hahn | Blog Talk Radio
Activism 101: 10 Alternatives to Roses this Valentine’s Day With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, February is the customarily lucrative “Season of Love” for florists and jewellers and restaurants and chocolate specialists as couples from all walks of life make go the extra mile to celebrate their relationship. Radio programmes are getting ready their “Best Love Songs” playlist for the onslaught of song requests; Teenagers are doodling little hearts on their tablet computers and even kindergarten kids are making and crayon-ing paper hearts to give to their favourite crush! For those searching for an affordable alternative to the flowers, chocolate and meal-out options; or perhaps for those who are looking for a meaningful way to take back Valentine’s Day from the onslaught of commercialism while supporting the cause to end violence against women, here are 10 “Valentines Against Violence” as alternatives to the traditional “romantic” gifts: Valentine Against Violence 1: Bake Wit…

I Am Second

And THIS is why I love Scott Hamilton. I didn't think I could admire him any more than I did 15 minutes ago. I was wrong. I have both of his books that he signed to me-the second sent to me by my dear friend Robert Mauti when I was in the thick of fighting MS. Do yourself a favor, watch this and get what we have in common...not fighting a debilitating illnesses, not figure skating, but GOD. ♥

To Thrive is Elegant

I've spent so much time waiting to be loved...hoping love would find me...chasing it around like a autumn leaf on a breezy day.  Getting just close enough to then the wind picks it up and carries it far from my grasp. Often, to an unreachable place.  In the game of love, I have been my own undoing.  I have been my most formidable opponent.  Why?  Because somewhere, deep down in the dark parts of my soul I now know that for many years, decades actually, I believed that there was something uniquely wrong with me.  Please pay attention to that word "uniquely".  From a pretty young age we learn that everyone makes mistakes, breaks the rules, gets in trouble for this or that, but when a child feel that it is not their ACTIONS but it is THEM who is "bad", a life of heartache lies ahead.  I could go into all the clinical psychobabble about how and why this happens, but I don't think that is really that important to me...ri…