Today is my father’s birthday. (Well, I suppose technically it was yesterday.) Honestly, I thought it would hit me more – the grief, I mean. I’m not sure…
My thoughts are slippery, refusing to be pinned down. Every time I try to peer into myself head on, I catch my real feelings in my peripheral vision, already…
The trouble with grief is that it sidelines you at the oddest moments. You think you’re having a normal Monday night decompressing after the children have gone to…
(Trigger Warning: Physical and emotional violence.) I stayed because I was too young to leave. Because I didn’t want to cause my mother any more pain than she…
It has been a rough morning. Not sure exactly why since it really is your basic morning where my kids refuse to eat breakfast, I worry they will…
Yesterday morning, I yelled at Cookie Monster and Gamera so much Cookie Monster asked me why I was screaming at him. I told him if he didn’t want…
Every so often, I wonder to myself, “Why am I still not talking to my father?” After all, my parents are divorced, he is free to do whatever…
It has been a over two years since I told my father he and his mother are dead to me. Since then, I have had two additional children,…