Memories of the better days

My Dad would have been 91 today. I miss him. Grieving the loss of a loved one is one of the toughest parts of our life’s journey. I’ve lost over 50 close friends and family members and I often wonder if I have ever fully grieved all of them. I’m not sure if there will …

Domestic Confusion ©

Pay close attention to gut feelings, they are, in my experiences, always right.

Letting Go ©

I never thought the day would come when I would be faced with saying goodbye to my youngest daughter. It’s not a verbal goodbye and maybe that’s where some of the emotional difficulty plays a part. It’s been over nine years since we’ve spoken and yet it seems like it’s not been that long. I …

Being Mindful ©

This word, mindful, was only recently infused in to my conscious and subconscious minds, through a dear friend who is also one of my brothers-in-law. Even on an airplane, we are instructed to place our mask on first before attempting to help others and this is best as we don’t want to succumb to whatever …

Parental Alienation ©

I’ve looked at this issue many times and have actually witnessed this when I worked with CASA and sadly since then in one of my grown children. There were many times, for the sake of my daughters and myself, I went to counselors with my ex. He was not emotionally mature enough to convince the …

Perfectly Flawed ©

Oxymoron...funny word. I recently read an article that spoke of wabi sabi. I had never heard of this however it intrigued me to the point that I did more reading and discovered that no matter the flaws, we are perfectly and wonderfully made. From the very beginning, I was judged on everything; my words, my …

A Precious Gift ©

My oldest daughter was 9 months old and I was feeling ill. I called my doctor and made an appointment. A few days later he called to tell me I was pregnant...again! I have to admit, at first, I was not happy, not because of the new baby but because of who the father was. …

Dolls from a Different Mother ©

Christmas 1993. We were living in Indio, Ca. Not much to say about the hot little desert town that we were forced to uproot and move to. It seems odd, that even in the midst of extreme DV, I was grateful I did not have to move as I lived in the same house for …

The Mirror and the Mayhem

We were living in an apartment. I had moved my childhood furniture there as we hardly had anything. It was a weekend morning and I was still in bed. I could hear him mumbling but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. As I began to sit up I realized he was sitting on …

Gone but not Forgotten…4/23/19

Eleven years ago today, my Dad passed away. And although he had been ill; in and out of the hospital for many years, I fully expected him to recover and go home, as all the times before. But this time was different. A couple of months prior, unbeknownst to me, he had checked himself into …