I wonder how old I have to get, before people stop telling me I’m “so young” and giving me unsolicited advice about how I should handle the world? I wonder … Continue reading Age ain’t nothing but a number.
I wonder how old I have to get, before people stop telling me I’m “so young” and giving me unsolicited advice about how I should handle the world? I wonder … Continue reading Age ain’t nothing but a number.
(Fair warning, this post is long and maybe it’s a little meandering, but it does all come together in the end. Much like my life in general, ha.) It’s early … Continue reading Passover: A Family Affair.
I’ve heard the phrase “own your truth” in various iterations for years, but it never really made sense to me until today. One of the most important things to me, … Continue reading Theft.
Your needs aren’t special, So they don’t matter. You’re supposed to do what I say, Don’t ask questions. Forget about yourself, be only for others, And please be quiet. You’re … Continue reading Be Quiet
Today, I did an activity with my second graders to review the literary concept of cause and effect. They were presented with “if” statements (causes) and “then” statements (effects). They … Continue reading Cause and effect.
This past Monday, I made a peach coffee cake. I often bake on weekends, but had decided to squeeze this effort in on a weeknight instead, so it would be … Continue reading Bittersweetness.
Narcissists have a remarkably effective gift for making you question everything about yourself. The only way they know how to get their own validation is at your expense. If you’re … Continue reading Salting the earth.
Old me: “Hello, I’m sorry to have to ask, but I need to leave work early tomorrow, because (insert long-winded justification here). I hope that’s okay, let me know if … Continue reading Growth
I was raised by a narcissist. Her toxic hooks were in real deep, and the marks of her harm are still revealing themselves even several years after I finally was … Continue reading How Narcissistic Abuse Works
Victim. Survivor. Strong. Brave. I rather hate those words. I don’t really identify with any of them. I have a hard time with the inevitable sympathy and fawning that comes … Continue reading Lucky me.