Colorado Kimmie

 I feel like it's time for one of those authentic skeleton in the closet posts.  How else can you ever relate to a writer if you never see a bone.  Therefore I present to you: "Something I only share with my closest friends while drinking beers" (cheers): I had just graduated with a Bachelors of Arts in English Literature from the University of Tennessee - Knoxville.  To celebrate I went out with a group of friends.  And, looking back, by "friends," I mean that circle of people you associate with so you don't have to be alone. "Friends."  We were in "Old City" at a bar on the corner called...(damn I can't remember).  We were sitting at a circular booth like the ones in Pulp Fiction.  Some random people came over to sit down with us.  I was getting pretty, I dunno, not wasted, but all my sixth senses were gone.  And, suddenly I realized my purse with all my cash and phone was gone.  And, I went nuts in a panic.   I ran to t...

You thought I just lured you in with Duran Duran or Lana Del Rey tunes, didn't you?  Well, you're partly correct.  Okay put in a pin in that for a quick minute.  I ran into a friend today, and this blog post was born. Remember playing Pac-Man as a kid?  You're basically just in a mad frenzy to run through a maze escaping ghosts and trying to find nutrients along the way (and only those with great hand-eye joy-stick coordination survive)?  Maybe this is a great allegory for Christianity.  We are born into the Ordinary World, and as the Duran Duran lyrics promise:  "And, as I try to make my way to an ordinary world, I will learn to survive." But, on a spiritual realm we figure out quickly the Ordinary World we see with our eyes is also a land of "Gods and Monsters" (Thank you Lana Del Rey for that very catchy tune).  And, by "gods and monsters," I mean angels and demons.  If you do not believe you're walking the Earth daily among angels and d...

I'm going to start off this blog post with a joke, because we could all use a laugh: A naked guy wraps himself in Saran Wrap and walks into a psychiatrist's office.  He goes in to the see the psychiatrist and the doctor looks at him and says: "I can clearly see your nuts" ["...you're nuts"]. Now you may be laughing right now.  But, one of the funniest things ever was when my Granny would tell this joke.  And, at the end she would say: "I can clearly see your BALLS!"  I miss my Granny so much! Now to the meat of the matter, so to speak... Last year I went through something pretty traumatic.  It cut so deeply at the time, I really didn't know who I could talk to about it.  And, to top it all off, it was embarrassing and humiliating.  At the time, I was attending a Bible study class in Simpsonville, SC.  The group leader could see I was deeply sad.  She invited me to lunch and I just opened up to her about everything I had experienced.  She...

I want to start this blog post by sharing a secret with you.  I had an eating disorder called Bulimia.  It started my senior year of high school.  I started abusing laxatives until I got down to a size zero.  I'm sharing this because I know I'm not alone.  In an age of Cosmo and Vogue, airbrushing, and photo shop, it's really hard for young women to accept their bodies and celebrate each and every unique and beautiful figure.  On that note, I was always bullied for my figure.  I'm very curvy with a big round butt.  And, this was pre-JL era, so big butts were not in fad at the time.  I played softball and wore very tight form fitting uniforms.  Bulimia was a way for me to erase myself. My mom almost immediately caught on when I started wasting away to nothing.  And, not to get too graphic, but there is a distinct odor when someone is abusing laxatives.  It's almost a chemical/soapy smell.  I remember she got really mad!...