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Now It’s The Donald – Men in Power

Posted on July 12, 2015 by armsakimbobook

What the hell is it about men in power? Do they lose their minds? Their morals? Any semblance of common decency? Are they unable to think except with their penises? Today’s focus in on The Donald. Trump, that is. And … Continue reading →

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On Being Molested – Part 4

Posted on June 29, 2015 by armsakimbobook

How did being molested at an early age change me, I wonder? Because I don’t know who I was, or who I was meant to be, or who I might have been. All that can never be discovered or retrieved, … Continue reading →

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On Being Molested, Part 3

Posted on June 29, 2015 by armsakimbobook

On hard days, I still talk to my different parts. Most of the conversations happen late at night, when I can’t sleep. When ghosts try to enter the inner sanctum. When I am most vulnerable – at my most tired. … Continue reading →

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On Being Molested, Part 2

Posted on June 25, 2015 by armsakimbobook

The aftershocks of being molested as a young child can feel unending.They can come fast and furious, or wait for months before the ground again gives way in an earthquake of epic proportions. They hit hard, and I fall hard. … Continue reading →

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On Being Molested

Posted on June 24, 2015 by armsakimbobook

How’s that for a title? Over the past decade, so much of my life has been about healing. About learning how to trust after a lifetime (really, truly – a lifetime) spent in the trust abyss. I have done it … Continue reading →

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Heroes

Posted on November 10, 2014 by armsakimbobook

I don’t have a lot of heroes. Not really. I do use the term loosely at times – thanking a sales clerk who digs and digs in the stockroom and finds me the perfect shoes in my size, saying “You’re … Continue reading →

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Grieving My Mother’s Death

Posted on January 5, 2012 by armsakimbobook

Grief has walked beside me for much of my life.  I have grieved loss of childhood, loss of innocence, loss of trust, loss of intimacy, loss of hope, loss of confidence, loss of loss.  You name it, I’ve grieved it. … Continue reading →

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Love Your Body Day (O…M…G…)

Posted on October 19, 2011 by armsakimbobook

Psst…today is love your body day! What? Love your body day! Love whose body? YOUR body! My WHAT? Your body…you know, the thing you’re walking around inside of. The vehicle that takes you everywhere, goes everywhere with you. Holds all … Continue reading →

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Body and Soul

Posted on October 12, 2011 by armsakimbobook

I have spent my life hating my body. Feeding it to stop the pain. Stuffing my mouth…to forget my father stuffing it. Eating won’t make it go away. Ignoring won’t make it go away. Numbing can’t make it go away. … Continue reading →

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Where is God?

Posted on March 11, 2011 by armsakimbobook

I am without God today. Devastatingly without God. Without hope. I stress today, because I know it will not be forever. It just feels like it. Just. Hah…just. What a silly minimization. Unjust, more like. The feeling overwhelms, threatens to … Continue reading →

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