Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a happy life. But Jack fell down while reaching for the crown and Jill couldn’t stand the lie. See Jill didn’t want that life. She just wanted to see Jack smile. But Jack got lost in the screaming for power so Jill bowed out before it got any louder. Power is such a volatile thing. Specifically when it’s your everything. So Jack got his image, and all of his power.. to enjoy all alone in his empty tower.

by Ashley King 

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Tell Me Anything Tuesday 

This is something I started last year and had long since forgotten. But once upon a time, it was awesome to see so many unique responses. The best conversations oftentimes come from the most random places. And so, this is your chance 🙂

Tell me your stories, your secrets, your random ramblings. Ask me anything, start a debate, tell me what you’re thinking at this very second. Dump your shit here and I will read it without judgement and respond with love, honesty, and acceptance (or hysterical laughter depending on what you choose to share). There are no limitations, boundaries, or rules. You can tell me… ANYTHING 🙂

Let’s see if anyone responds…
by Ashley King

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A Child’s Pain

This strange thing happens when you become a parent; at least for me it did. Every time I see someone hurt a child, hear a story about someone’s baby dying, or see something on the news about something that happened to a kid in some far corner of the country, I immediately think of my daughter. This thought then leads to a shudder or rage, fear or a sick feeling in my stomach, a visceral reaction to the thought of one of these things happening to my baby; or to any baby at all. 

I haven’t been a parent for long, but so far, the thing that bothers me the most is knowing that I won’t be able to save this amazing little girl from all the pain the world often throws at us. I can’t take every hit for her; and even if I could, I would only be robbing her of the opportunity to build her own strength. But the mother in me doesn’t care. It just wants to protect. I want her to have the strength and resiliency I have; but I would die to save her from the pain that I gained it through. My child will never endure some of the things I had to; but that doesn’t change the fact that she’ll have pains all of her own. And if it makes me sick and angry to see a little girl in a movie get hurt because her mother treats her poorly, then I can’t imagine how I’m going to feel the first time I see my little girl in pain. The thought of her hurting and me not being able to fix it keeps me up at night. 

However, I still refuse to shelter her from the real world too much. I will protect her like any mother should protect her young; but I won’t make her naive, and I won’t deny her the right to build her own strength. She’ll have to live and learn just like I did, whether I like it or not. But I have a feeling it will be much harder for me to watch her do that than it ever was to survive the things I’ve been through.

If only we lived in a world with no pain…

by Ashley King

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