Bye Mom
A little more than a month has passed and I have not cried for the absence of my mother. When she was alive, because of the fracture which seemed permanent,…
A little more than a month has passed and I have not cried for the absence of my mother. When she was alive, because of the fracture which seemed permanent,…
Buh-Bye Toxic Shame! Recovery for me has included unburdening of generations of the toxic shame imposed on me. I now have the tools to identify what is mine to amend…
The messages of non-love which are cruelly and generously heaped upon my boys, by older members of their genetic families, require daily dispelling. The demystification is endless and I am…
As far back as I remember, I did not belong. Anywhere. I was different from the people to whom I am genetically linked, and regarded by them, in ways which…