American Writer, Photographer, and Website Designer. Former career Fire and EMS Lieutenant. She/Her/Lesbian.

Tag: Anne Slatin

  • The Slatin Family, 1990


  • 2020 In Review


    2020 was a tumultuous year, filled with good times and bad. In 2020, I lost a friend and former co-worker to the COVID-19 pandemic, and my 18-year relationship with Angie came to an end. A series of horrible events were later followed by the eventual dawning of a new relationship along with new opportunities, and a new house, all of which gave me a new perspective on life. Here is a summary of some of the most notable events of 2020, as chronicled on my blog. The events are in chronological order, beginning in January 2020 and ending in December. My hope is to create a new year in review with each and every passing year, and these posts can…

  • It Came Without Warning

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    The wreckage of my past is the war that’s never won. Often times I think about all the things that were said to me so many years ago; I would always listen to the negativity, silently as if I were laying down in the wake of someone else’s incompetence or insecurities, my elders and a handful of those my parents entrusted with my care having labeled me as difficult simply because I was intelligent, and quiet. When I was a child, I was always passive, reserved, and yet completely incapable of truly standing up for myself. Telling people how I really felt at the time, expressing my emotions, and finding an outlet for my anxiety became the culmination of my…

  • A Typical Friday’s Child

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    I was born on a Friday morning, and I recently returned to the house where I was born on a Friday, almost 30 years later, a typical Friday’s child. The house was a moment froze in time, as if nothing had changed since I walked out the front door at the tender age of 8. I still remember the dimly lit hallway leading upstairs, the flocked red wallpaper, and the salt and pepper carpeting. Nothing had changed in all these years I spent away, stepping out the front door at age 8 as a small child, raised on promises. I made my way through life, living, growing, and thriving, only to return as a successful adult, the only thing that…