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Grief
“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.” C.S. Lewis On first look, I am wholly unqualified to write about grief, grieving. I lack the formal education and credentials, and everyone biologically closest to me is alive. Fair enough! In my effort to loop back and revisit Continue reading
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Chapter II: The Mother Who Cost Me My Daughter
Oh, such a tempting title, but a very thorny one. The bold expression first soothes the devastated Mother in me, but then also tugs on the parts of me which have cultivated appreciation for how complex relationships are and how I do not wish to engage in the divisive behaviors from which I continue to Continue reading
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Chapter VIII: “It’s me! Hi! I’m the problem, it’s me!”
Upon my first hearing of this Taylor Swift song, I immediately bonded with several of the lines. They sum up how my Mother has always related to me, pointing her finger away from herself and reflexively, at me. Over the decades, it became My Mother’s unchallengeable routine, branding me with the judgment for a variety Continue reading
One More Perspective 