We started iron infusion treatments that lasted for two and a half weeks. I got poked, I got iron, I got breakfast, I got pampered. It was like a fucked up spa situation taking place in some parallel, sci-fi universe. It was very Brave New World…
How to Write a Book and Still Respect Yourself in the Morning
When you only give people tiny pieces of your life—bit by selective bit—there’s bound to be skepticism and the ever lingering thought, “Did I really know this person at all?” And I have to ask, “Does anybody really know…anyone?”
Blood Iron(y) of a Former Jehovah’s Witness
BLOOD TRANSFUSIONS? How does an ex-J-Dub—one who wrote and just published a memoir detailing her own experiences as a born-in JW—respond to needing one of those?
How to Buck the System Artistically
It takes you being who you are at your core, seeing a need somewhere in this world that’s grossly overlooked and filling it to the brim. Find some way, using your talent for being the best you that you can be, to fill the world with what you have to offer.
Blood Guilty With a Card to Prove It
The Governing Body—controlling millions of Jehovah’s Witnesses—have claimed the lives of approximately 900 people a year. Nine hundred men, women and children. Nine. Hundred. Per. Year.
How Well Do You Rate Yourself?
To my one-star reviewer—it’s a good thing you stopped when you did. There is a lot more in my memoir (aside from just the introduction you couldn’t get past because of the “cussing”) to be offended by, because lots of offensive shit has happened in my life.