Shaming and Blaming–Not Welcome Here
I think I do an okay job many days of being faithful and kind and fiercely loyal and protective of my relationships with my sons, which is to to say…
A tragic last resort when dealing with those who lack ability and willingness to self reflect, adjust and do the work of repair.
I think I do an okay job many days of being faithful and kind and fiercely loyal and protective of my relationships with my sons, which is to to say…
Oh dear gawd, my mother, her mother, my aunts and my sister were the older females in my life. They treated me poorly and collectively agreed it was necessary. My…

My mother’s cancer, age, aging still have not served as a magic wand erasing the effects of continued harshness, which is either not “real”(imagined) or is well earned; my due. There is no where to go with this, but to God and trusted others. It has been expressed that my imagined or well earned injuries could be served well by the correct medication. I think a little kindness and accountability would do the trick. But I am no trained professional. Believing my mental health or over-sensitivity as the only issue keeps them safe from having any responsibility to reflect on their contributions. (more…)
On and off, for decades, I wanted so badly to be like them and with them that I was willing to engage the sentiment that I was broken and unworthy,…