Amanda Lynn Jones

Don’t trust your gut. 

Okay, maybe that view is a little extreme, but hear me out. I was scraping what looked like one foot of snow off my car. The rumble started like a bowling ball thundering toward the pins…

Dear Dad, 

You were wrong about me. 

I didn’t become a promiscuous bar girl. I didn’t run away with alcohol. I didn’t turn to the devil like you said I would. Tattoos didn’t send me down a bad path or…

So, playing guitar hit harder when I was younger… 

It was and still is a tool that helps me survive the effects of years of ongoing trauma I experienced. As a teenager I was very isolated and wasn’t allowed to…

You know, I’ve been watching this trial unfold. Hearing the details of this case has reminded me of my own journey from abusers. There are so many points I could hit but I wanted to talk about one in particular…