A little more than 3 years ago, Greg and I began getting to know each other. A hectic time for me, newly relocated from the…
Expressed anger, no matter how true, right, or fairly it is communicated, in my family of origin, causes a person to be rendered crazy, mean,…
I prioritize the closeness and connection of my chosen relationships, holding zero regard for an illusion or status of having said “relationship”. Life is both…
I am now recognizing how, after moving here, if we would have continued as a blended, healing, fixed family with my FOO, my ex, my…
Thank Good Gawd Almighty for the most marvelous friend —who loves family, God, selfies, presents, fun, joy, travel, celebrating, and even me— to the end of…
Alone in the car with my younger son, today, I pretended to take credit for saying something fantastic, a quote which actually came directly from…
Angry letters I would write and send if not for recovery. I have anger, but it is not the boss of me. I let it…
The tribal tension in our country right now is a perfect parallel to the dynamic of my family of origin- overflowing of remarkable efforts toward…
A pile of poop with a smile, is still poop. Sunday’s sermon began with the smiling poop emoji on both of the teleprompter screens. The…
This post is taken directly from how.i.rebuilt.myself. The “me too ” which I feel when I read her posts is priceless-helping survivors heal, one post at a time.…