Tell the Devil I’m Driving
My Latest Posts
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- All the Things I AmI am not one thing.I am not just the woman who survived, or the woman who fell apart, or the woman who loved men with broken hinges and weather warnings… Read more: All the Things I Am
- The Ghost of GriefI reached for the curtain. Sunlight flared, white and sudden, flooding the room. I blinked. Then I froze. She stood where she always did. Red coat. Green dungarees. Blonde hair… Read more: The Ghost of Grief
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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
