There are apparently two kinds of people: those who plan out their meals or menus well ahead of time, and those who figure out what they will eat when they … Continue reading Control.
Tag: narcissistic abuse
A holiday of wonder.
The Christmas holiday is a holiday of wonder… I wonder what my old, ailing, and estranged mother’s Christmas looks like now. I wonder if she has a tree at the … Continue reading A holiday of wonder.
True love.
It’s my husband’s birthday today. Some people like to make a big deal out of their birthdays; my husband is about as far away from that as one can get. … Continue reading True love.
Backsliding.
My mother was dying. That was the crux of the situation on a day in early October when I received a phone call from a social worker at one of … Continue reading Backsliding.
Some people.
Some people wear their trauma like a badge of honor; others wear it like a scarlet letter. Some people will offer support because of what has happened to them; others … Continue reading Some people.
Failed.
Today marks the 23rd anniversary of my reluctant return to the east coast, from Southern California where I’d followed my father and attempted to take up permanent residence with him, … Continue reading Failed.
Leaning.
I’m at a point with both the state of the world at large and the state of my affairs personally that I am leaning. Hardcore. Leaning, lest I be crushed … Continue reading Leaning.
35.
Tomorrow is my 35th birthday, and I think I’m in my Taking Up Space Era. (Is that a Taylor Swift reference? I’m really not sure.) I was lashed out at … Continue reading 35.
Percolated mistakes.
It’s that time of year again, Erev Yom Kippur (the eve of Yom Kippur), where we are about to atone for all our wrongdoings and seek forgiveness for them. To … Continue reading Percolated mistakes.
Arrival.
I’m an Art teacher. That’s such an amazing, thrilling thing to be able to say. Up to now, I have taught art classes and projects to children and adults. I … Continue reading Arrival.
Journeys in the Dark 