Tell the Devil I’m Driving
My Latest Posts
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- CatacombCatacomb The clock keeps ticking, like a heartbeat in the floorboards. Every second a cold reminder of what I missed, what I rushed, the ghosts I should’ve held longer. My… Read more: Catacomb
- The Woman in the GlassMissT I am looking in the mirror, not for the ghost of your jawline or the shared tilt of our brow, but for the woman I left behind to carry… Read more: The Woman in the Glass
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About
This site was once called Divorced, Damaged and Dangerous.
It began as a place to put down what I was carrying.
It’s now called Tell the Devil I’m Driving.
I write about leaving, staying, love, fatigue, motherhood, and the quiet work of choosing yourself without burning the house down.
Some posts are from earlier years. They remain here as record, not instruction.
This is not a healing manual.
It’s a witness statement.
I’m not interested in being palatable.
I am interested in being honest.
MissT
