I was born and raised in Rhode Island. I am the middle child of three. When I was seven, my father was shot and killed. As an adult looking back, I couldn’t handle its emotional impact. It introduced me to an overwhelming pain that subconsciously shaped my life.
There was no one there to help me understand my emotions, but you’d better believe the pain was real. So what did I do?I wanted to save the world from pain, so I placed myself in harm’s way. Perhaps that’s why I love capes—Lady Super Pain here to save your day. It all came to a screeching halt after I nearly died twice trying to rescue a pack of ingrates that I now thank. I saw clearer than clear that I AM NOT THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB.
My life’s lessons are my strengths, but looking back I wondered: Who? What? When? Where? How? and Why?
Through writing, I heal. Post-traumatic trauma must be embraced, and then, and, only then, will you be able to move from Victim street to a Victorious place. Let’s talk about being a victim. There is no shame in being a victim. We are all victims at one time or another.
Would you rather be a predator? I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired of abuse that I moved from Victim Street to Victorious Place, and I pray that part of my life is dead. I think people make changes when things not only hurt, but hurt enough. I feel I’ve done enough time. Really! We’ve got to know when we’re in the red zone–harm’s way, folks. I face many challenges everyday, but I jumped anyway to save my life.
I survived. I stand. I stand with insight and pride. I am so thankful that my life’s hardships awakened me, and that’s what I call epiphanies.
Some folks would like to know my educational background. I have a little schooling–but what is better than life experiences? After all, there is always some one better, prettier, and smarter, but, of course, writers write.
I review books for the Sacramento and San Francisco Book Review. I love dogs, especially Poodles. Plants are awesome too, and I absolutely love Volkswagen Beetles. If you want to know more, I invite you to read my writings.
Don’t you want to experience positive, life-changing epiphanies that will help you? Don’t get it twisted. Other people will learn too–especially when you move.
Writing to heal is real—from me to you!
Thank you very much.
2011 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,700 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.
Just For The Feel
I went down to the funeral parlor to make my final arrangements. Tried out many caskets just for the feel. I finally chose the most comfortable and the most expensive. Man that thang felt better than my bed. It was of high quality, I could tell. My final resting place feels good. No one is living forever. Not on this side—not on this side.
When death comes for me, I’m sure it will be my friend. Hard to wrap my mind around this concept. You know death. Let me get this over with. Only have to do it once. It’s just necessary. A poor excuse for a human purposely fails in this just to burden others, but, then again, that could be my gift. My kids will carry out my wishes but they are greedy. They never treated me right. Just had an epiphany. I ain’t leaving nothin’ to them. I’ll leave everything to that nice girl who talks to me on the bus everyday. Treats me like a human being.
Enough! My mind is really wandering. First things first, let’s see. I must look good ‘cause that’s how I roll. I walk into my closet and select my favorite dress. It’s sharp. This dress is popping. I’ll be the bomb in my floral silk print. It doesn’t fit me cause I’m too fat. I’ll give the undertaker permission to do whatever it takes to make it fit. It’s my favorite dress. Everyone knows I love flowers but I will not have them surrounding me. I’ll look dead. Wasting money on flowers. What? So I can look dead. That is exactly what flowers do. Enough, my mind is wandering. I must stay focused.
Now, for my shoes. I have a huge shoe collection. I try on shoes, shoes, and more shoes. Finally! Aw, I’ll choose these. I love these white ones. Wait, wait, when I wear them to long they be killing my feet.
Vivian Dixon Sober
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