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!)


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


  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.

  3. Anonymous6:43 PM

    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.

  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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