by Rebecca Cavender | devotion, divine feminine, healing, love, self-love |
You don’t have to be a size 8, have a big ass and large breasts, a small waist, wildly swing your hips, and show copious amounts of cleavage to entice a man. I’m not saying those things aren’t sexy. Of course they are; but there’s much more to what makes a woman...
by Rebecca Cavender | devotion, divine feminine, love, relationships |
Love is a choice, he said. You decide to love someone and stick with it. It’s simple: Be loyal and commit. Make it work. I get loyalty. I get commitment. Though it takes a long time to reel me in enough to capture mine, once I’m there … I’m there. I’m all in. It’s a...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, death, healing, love, self-love, suicide |
She shot herself that March. At 14, whatever pain clawed inside her, my cousin believed hunting it down, releasing it with a bullet from the chamber, was her answer. Our family and her friends were left behind to grieve. We took on her hurt and let it explode in anger...
by Rebecca Cavender | acceptance, dating, healing, love, relationships, self-love |
I used to date a lot … before I got married, before there was a child. It was fun. There were interesting guys that I had interesting conversations with. There were even the few dodgy men that were – well – dodgy. Along the way, I learned which characteristics were...
by Rebecca Cavender | divine feminine, healing, love, relationships, self-love |
Imagination is the seed of dreams. Allowing yourself to imagine can feel vulnerable, dangerous, risky. You put your desires out there and hope that when you blow, seeds will spread for the good of your heart, dreams will come true, and grow to protect you, keep...
by Rebecca Cavender | dating, divorce, love, parenting, relationships, single parent |
“Mom, you know how you told me some boys at school might act a little mean, but really, they likeyou? Well, I guess you’re right,” my daughter said after school yesterday, as she buckled her seat belt. Eying her from the rear-view mirror, I asked what happened. ...
