The Eleanor is still here. The Eleanor is finishing yet another semester and GRADUATING.Sometimes my blog doesn’t get updated as often because I also write other places. Today, I’d like to share what else I’ve been up to. The Scribe For the last three years, I’ve been an editor at The Scribe, my college’s studentContinueContinue reading “Where’s Eleanor?”
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Internalization, boundaries, and me
Communication is amazing, when it actually happens. It’s cliche, but both sides have to be willing to exchange and receive information. I’m trying to talk to my parents again. This is a choice I have made, not out of obligation. I’m told that I’m naïve, but there’s this little flicker of optimism inside me that refuses toContinueContinue reading “Internalization, boundaries, and me”
You don’t have to look: Revisiting how we tell the Easter story
I have problems with Easter. My church attendance has been irregular since I left fundamentalism, which I’ve been told is normal for people who have suffered spiritual abuse. This year, I tried to go to church on Easter Sunday. I drove to the parking lot. Panic rose in my stomach until I thought I mightContinueContinue reading “You don’t have to look: Revisiting how we tell the Easter story”
The UnBoxing Project: Options, not ultimatums
Several friends were part of our network that helped Ashley move out of her parents’ house. This is another person’s part of the story, in their own words. It’s hard when someone you care about is stuck in an abusive environment. It’s worse when you feel like you could and should be helping them toContinueContinue reading “The UnBoxing Project: Options, not ultimatums”
Obsessions and yellow paint
Photo: Flicker. Yellow waves by Ruth Hartnup My friends all know I am obsessive. If you know me at all, you’ve heard more than you ever wanted to know about Harry Potter, The Scarlet Pimpernel, Del Taco, and The Thorn. My friends tease me about my obnoxious love for my birthplace in Southeast Texas, andContinueContinue reading “Obsessions and yellow paint”
Eleanor Skelton 