To be me or not to be me?

I must attribute this next entry to a colleague, Mark T., who said at the conclusion of a project management course, “My goal this year is just to become more authentic.” It really stuck with me because that is exactly where I am in life, four years later. To offer up a little background, I have “self-started” online a few times under a couple different personal brands with the hope I would find a reason to write. I first started off as a young careerist at a time when I was on the Purdue Alumni Club of Phoenix board and the board for Business and Professional Women. I signed up on Blogger and made one post in 2011 where I shared the PACP newsletter and the BPW brochure that I had designed. That went nowhere. In 2015, I sparked up an Instagram account as the life of a law firm marketer, business development coach for attorneys, and new mom sharing a compilation of trends, all things retail, and positive energy. I made 30 posts. In 2016, I discovered a newfound love for cooking and star

It Goes Like This

It Goes Like This First off, as a someone who just joined the Twitterverse, I would like to extend a huge thank you to the #WritingCommunity and #VirtualReality community for taking me in as I journey on through the healing process. I am still trying to catch onto all of the group tags, the witty word games, and Twitter lingo you all seem to have. Plus, I’m super behind in following through on my #writerslift, but I will make my way to you.  Now, directly onto the serious stuff because nobody likes a wordy blog...I wanted to try and keep my posts upbeat, but let’s be real, healing is painful (and also worth it!).  The fact is, I’ve become extremely sad for humanity lately and how we exist on this planet. Nobody told me that becoming a parent would trigger things from my own childhood trauma and fill me with bitterness, rage, and fear that spews in every direction. Nobody told me that raising a child would crack my heart so far open with love that my eyes would bulge from my head seeing

Goodbye Norma Jeane, Hello Dyna Gwen

I can remember when I discovered Marilyn Monroe; Mid90s (circa 8th grade). The TV Guide had an ad for porcelain collector plates — the decorative kind that you hang on the wall — with some old time blonde actress on each one. It was the first time I saw Marilyn Monroe. I noticed right away that we shared that signature beauty mark on our faces and widow's peak hairline . Strange. Reading on through the sales squib for these plates, I learned that Marilyn was born as Norma Jeane Baker on June 1 . Weird . That’s my birthday, too. And so, my obsession with Marilyn became official.  It was only a few years later that I learned Marilyn had been sexually abused as a child. Fascinating. #Metoo. My first Marilyn Monroe poster purchase was at the University of Illinois in Champagne; I was 15. It wasn’t long before my walls were decorated with huge custom-framed Marilyn Monroe photograph prints. I’ve collected and sold a bunch of Marilyn memorabilia: movies, books, Franklin Mint dolls,

Today, I saw it.

There are just so many things I want to say, perspectives I want to offer, and so many topics I want to cover. And patience is not exactly a virtue of mine. My old English teacher would definitely frown upon my having started a sentence with an “and.” I have to let go of some of those rules here and not let my perfectionism hinder my creativity and authenticity. That’s a hard thing to unlearn. Anyway, I’d like to mostly make this a “glow space” and keep things light (#punned), but I am also here to increase awareness on the serious issue of child sexual abuse. The world needs to know the lasting effects of childhood trauma into adulthood, and as I continue through my healing journey as a wife and parent, I can think of nothing better than to share some of those experiences with you; whether it be here or through my poetry. A special shout out to my husband who believes in me and bought me a laptop to help chase my dreams. He’s been at my side teaching me how to edit video, use Pho

Why am I here?

In 2018, I decided to take the necessary steps to heal from my childhood trauma. While sharing my story, I discovered there are many, many women out there like me...women who were sexually abused as children and have kept “the secret” for far too long — maybe even their entire lives.  I am on a mission to inspire women to release the shame they have been carrying all these years. It’s not theirs to carry. I want to show women that it’s worth speaking their truths and embarking on the journey to healing. I learned that suppressing bad memories for decades is detrimental to our health. Harboring this secret was manifesting into physical illnesses such as Fibromyalgia, Epstein-Barr virus, anxiety, and depression, to name a few. I am not a doctor, counselor or therapist. I’m the girl next door who has things to say, just hoping the realness of my words will help other women and reaffirm the fact that they are not alone. My hope is that my blog offers comfort and inspiration to women t