2007-12-20

The delicious taste of sweet, syrupy Karma that drips down your chin and makes your teeth ache with joy

When I was a little girl, I watched my father throw my mom through a sliding glass door. As a favor to that scared child I once was cowering in the shadows on that night (and many others), I ask you to go to Serving the Queens and read Jenn's post Yes, Jenn, There is a Karma.... This is perhaps one of the most important things I have ever read, and it was honestly a wonderful Christmas gift to find it and share it with (regift it to) you. Karma is sweet.

(I love you, Mom.)
(Yes, she reads here every day!)

4 comments:

  1. Oh, Honey. I had to click over and send you & your momma a big hug & smoochy kiss.

    MWAH.

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  2. I have read Jenn's post and my heart goes out to the child that you were and the women and children that continue to have violence a part of their lives.

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  3. Oh, god, this post stopped my heart. A hug also from me for that little girl--and for the grown-up you and for your mother.

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  4. I'm so glad that Karma reached all the way over to you and that little girl from all those years ago.

    So glad.

    She's beautiful, isn't she?

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