I recorded this the morning of my mother’s funeral. I had been given less than 24 hours notice of the service. https://youtu.be/yVniGYTjauo Before knowing my
When I was young, I experienced needs, feelings, fears, and sensitivities that did not seem commonly shared, well supported, or even allowed. It seems as
My sons learned, by design, to have zero tolerance for their mother. Ordinary acts of parenting—direction, correction, consequences, even simple questions—were rejected and reframed as
Looking back, I notice how often I gravitated toward people who couldn’t tolerate my pain but expected the world to organize itself around their pleasure.