[Disclaimer, of sorts — I write for my own healing. Please don’t feel that you need help. I appreciate all of your support, I really really do. I just want to know that people are listening, and perhaps that I am giving voice to someone else who feels silent — that is enough for me.] […]
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“It’s not fair.” The first words out of my seven-year old’s mouth after leaving a birthday party turned barbecue at the home of one of her classmates. She had a great time, and her brother too as he tagged along for the party. I sort of knew what she meant when she said those words, […]
Read MoreThe first time I thought about killing myself, I was eleven. I’d had some trauma in my life, unspeakable things that my tween self could not articulate. Pain that ran deep, seated into my soul. I could not get away from it. Image Credit: Sam D via Flickr At eleven, I didn’t make a plan; […]
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After venting about how I was coordinating some kid-based activity from 50 miles and 90 minutes away from the action, all while my spouse was zero miles and zero minutes away from the action, my co-worker sent me an article. It was like reading about my life. In her article, The Default Parent, M. Blazoned discussed […]
Read MoreI don’t know if you’ve seen a certain Pamper’s commercial where a mom is reading a book to her child about potty training, but the letters on the book are all scrambled to show that it’s like a foreign language to the kid. Hence the name of this post. Only in my case, I am […]
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