One More Perspective

There are as many realities as the number of people involved. – Hubay Vica

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I am glad you are here. If this is the first time you are visiting this site, the following is a quick orientation. To read a single-perspective account of a Family’s complicated history from old Hungary to the highly-nuanced United States, please look for chapter numbering (zero to nine); the chapters build on one-another in numerical order. No chapter is meant to be a standalone one. There are also titles without a chapter designation; those are short writings about a broad range of seemingly random topics. Thank You for arriving with lovingkindness.

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Love Always

  • “I’d rather you were dead than a faggot!”

    The title is a quote from the classic movie American Beauty.  “I’d rather you were dead than a faggot!” are the gutting words retired Marine Corps Colonel Frank Fitts said to his own Son out of suspicion the teen may be gay.  The plot twist?  By the end of the movie we learn deeply homophobic… Continue reading

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  • Chasm

    “You’re in my house!” was the first sentence to come out of my Daughter’s mouth when, upon parking and exiting her car, she spotted me in the parking lot of her apartment complex.  I was standing a couple of cars away, having just paused my vehicle, still in the lane.  I was careful to be several… Continue reading

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  • Attachment Theory with the Help of Gemini 2.5 Pro

    I have been desperate to understand why, despite my number one life goal to have a healthy, secure Family of my own, my unwavering dedication to my Children’s development and wellbeing, and my deepest love for them, twenty years later I managed to arrive at the opposite.  It was critical for me to disect this… Continue reading

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  • Psychological Protection

    This week someone, listening to me describe a past situation, mentioned “it sounds like you didn’t have any protection.”  It was one of those moments where my brain came to a screeching halt, but my gut said I needed to pursue.  I spent a few moments unresponsive.  Seeing my stunned expression, the person said a… Continue reading

  • The Day after Mother’s Day

    We have an older friend who is slipping into dementia.  We visited her recently and she was keenly struggling with her short-term memory, but was sharp as a tack regarding many other things.  She mentioned she talks to her Daughter every day (which we knew was not likely because of other circumstances), but she went… Continue reading

  • For my Daughter

    I have loved you since before your name was Baby A on a grainy ultrasound.  Twenty-three years on, I love you even more.  I was woefully ill-prepared for how to best serve you as your Mom, but my sincere intentions for you to grow your wings and my commitment to see you thrive never wavered.… Continue reading