My apologies for the long gap in posting, I’ve been really sick for weeks! Thankfully I am finally about 98% back to myself, with a very practical post for you. … Continue reading Reporting unwanted packages.
Tag: boundaries
Parenting and re-parenting.
Ask any parent what it’s like to be one, and I would bet money that you’ll get some variation of the same answer… Exhausting. Rewarding, but exhausting. But rewarding. It’s … Continue reading Parenting and re-parenting.
Besties.
Today, we were experiencing some icky winter weather. When my daughter and I arrived home from school, I noticed there was a package on our front porch that had a … Continue reading Besties.
We’re all mad here.
This is your friendly late Saturday night reminder that even those well-versed in how gaslighting works can still fall victim to it. Eww. I’m still feeling itchy about it. I … Continue reading We’re all mad here.
Want.
Recently, I’ve been having a little trouble with a person who’s been expressing that they want me to move my boundaries and reconnect with them. (No, it’s not my mother, … Continue reading Want.
Dutiful descendants; good ancestors.
I read somewhere recently that people often focus way too much on being dutiful descendants, when we should be working hard instead to be good ancestors. In other words, rather … Continue reading Dutiful descendants; good ancestors.
Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Sprinkled all over my blog are discussions of the utmost importance of boundaries. As someone who grew up without them and had to insert them herself as an adult – … Continue reading Road map. (TW: brief mentions of sexual abuse)
Just somebody.
That feeling when your daughter comes across your old photo album full of family pictures, and wants to look through it to see you as a baby, and you start … Continue reading Just somebody.
Hippo birdie days.
Some days are just fucking hard. All days have their challenges, some small, some massive, and a variety in between. And I do believe that no challenge is insurmountable, even … Continue reading Hippo birdie days.
Poison.
I had allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security. And I’m pissed about it. The trickiest part of all is to place my anger where it … Continue reading Poison.
Journeys in the Dark 