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why she stays


Originally posted on elle est libre:

“He won’t lay a finger on you,
He won’t wreck your pretty face.
But he’ll tell you that you’re worthless
Just to put you in your place.”
Little Big Town, Evangeline

They said you can’t truly understand something until it happens to you.

They were right.

When I was young, I remember hearing a story from a friend about a woman and a man who started fighting in the car in front of my friend. The woman ran from the car and the man followed, brutally beating her and a passerby who tried to help, in front of dozens of people staring in shock.

Certainly after that she would leave him, wouldn’t she?

Only a few months later, we spotted the same woman – with the same man – in line together at a local restaurant. I asked myself for years following why she would stay. She was an idiot…

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A World of Pure Imagination – Cape Comic Con


     Last month, my youngest daughters, my niece and her friend and I went to our first Comic Con.  It was fantastic!!  Located in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, The Osage Center was an awesome venue for such an event.  Parking was more than adequate, and the general atmosphere was one of friendliness.  The girls were all  wide-eyed with wonder and amusement, and I’ll admit to being just as impressed!  We spent the Saturday afternoon browsing and meeting authors and designers.  Everywhere you looked, cosplay ruled the day.  We had a blast checking out all of the costumes, and we decided we are definitely dressing for our next Comic Con.

     The vendors were diverse, as were the authors and artists.  As a mom, I was thrilled with the realization that not a single child that day seemed upset.  Not even once.  I can’t tell you how rare an event that is, in my experience.  I had the immense pleasure of introducing my female companions to a world where girls can be whomever they wish.  I was also humbled to meet great comic authors such as Gary Friedrich, author of Ghost Rider.  Later research revealed him to be a Cape native, which I found cool.  I also had the opportunity to meet several authors whose works I have now added to my reading list.  I will do a followup blog on them at a later date.

     Our first venture into the world of conventions assured me that this will be a family favorite for years to come.  Since Cape Con, we’ve been watching for other conventions closer to home.  I’m thankful to my Ma for surprising us with the day trip, it was a truly enjoyable experience, one we will surely repeat next year, for the entire weekend, since there was much more to explore that time didn’t allow for us. Such as meeting John Wesley Shipp, which was somewhat disappointing, but redeemed by purchasing a poster.  Without further ado, here are a few pictures from Cape Comic Con, April 16, 2015, enjoy. ;)

http://www.cape-con.com/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Friedrich

The groovyone

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Within 5 minutes of entering Cape Comic Con, we found Waldo!!!  Who knew he was down with angels in trench coats?
Within 5 minutes of entering Cape Comic Con, we found Waldo!!! Who knew he was down with angels in trench coats?

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The Lonely Road


gypsymamakas:

Reblogging this, because I think it’s a subject we should really try to bring into the light. Survivors of domestic violence cannot simply “get over it”, they need the support of friends and family long after the physical wounds have healed.

Originally posted on The Oracle of Grooviness:

Woke up on Mother’s Day, and to her great surprise,

Was something she’d never wanted: broken ribs and two black eyes.

Christmas and Valentine’s Day brought more of the same,

Bruises and bitemarks, stitches and awful names.

They ask why she doesn’t leave, why she would “put up with that”?

Guess they don’t realize this isn’t a lover’s spat.

She’s not allowed to use the phone, the money, the car,

If she knew he couldn’t follow, oh, she would run so far.

Years went by before she found the nerve,

The law didn’t deliver justice, only papers would they serve.

She didn’t see it coming, this life after the abuse,

The spite from those around her, the friend that they would choose.

It often confused her, how far she could fall,

She’d done what they’d suggested and left after all.

Was this really better; broken, alone, and scared?

Where were…

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