by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jun 6, 2013 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
A close friend of mine shared the following thoughts with me after a discussion we had on abuse, shame, and our life experiences. It is easy to feel like a second class citizen when you discover your upbringing is so incredibly different than those around you....
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Sep 13, 2012 | Broken Pieces
(From Horton Hears a Who) Mayor: They don’t believe we’re here! We’ve got to make some noise. We are here! We are here! We are here! Whoville: We are here! We are here! We are here! The movie goes on to show the people of Whoville as they try to convince the animals...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Jun 4, 2012 | Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
Dear God, Or Universe or Higher Power or whatever name you want to be called. I’m writing because somehow I’ve lost you, though most days it feels like you lost me. Like the time my parents left me in the department store for almost an hour because they...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | May 22, 2012 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, Worth Mentioning
I normally don’t post reviews here… too many industry rules (mostly unwritten) for my taste, but I had to share this one. Rape Girl by Alina Klein My rating: 4 of 5 stars Blurb “Valerie always wanted to be the smart girl. The pretty girl. The popular...
by D.B. Smyth | @DB_Smyth | Feb 21, 2012 | Beautiful Things, Broken Pieces, When Life Hurts
During a group therapy session for people with posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD), I was asked to respond to the following poem: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one...