Early this morning I was preparing a speech that I plan to give at a meeting of abused women. I have told our story countless times; to doctor’s, therapists, nurses, friends, to my children’s schools. I have pondered the idea of writing down every detail, so that when doctor’s leave or therapists move on, IContinue reading “Abused, Abuser, Abuses”
What would you do without limits?
This morning, driving along a country road (we have a lot of those where I live!) I saw my first red-winged blackbird of the year! Then I saw another and another. If you have been reading my blog for a while, you may know that this is the bird that my family looks for asContinue reading “Has Spring Sprung?”
Sleep evades me tonight Whirling just out of reach Like the mist I reach out to touch it Disappears Impossible to catch Evasion is its game For what am I waiting A night to rescue me No dreams here No more white knights
Back a couple of years ago, when my world with Child #3 was imploding, I was told by an HHS worker that nothing was going to change for them. This child would always be handicapped and basically, that I better get over having any hope for anything else. I was devastated. The thing was, andContinue reading “Will Anything Help?”
What if I hadn’t been born?
Happy Library Lover’s Day! Well, technically it’s not until Monday (along with St. Valentine’s Day,) but since I don’t blog on Mondays, I figured that you could get a quick start on some of my favorite books/authors. First, I would like to list a little known, newer author. She came to speak at a localContinue reading “Are You a Library Lover?”
I have no idea who I am. I have no idea what is expected of me. I have no idea how to respond to the atrocities which present themselves. Where do the lines go that you imprint on yourself? Where do they lead? Is it significant their numbers? Is it significant that they’re increasing? OnContinue reading “No Idea”
One bullet. Gun. So much silence.
When I was a child my father had a horrible temper. In fact, he had some pieces to fix in his workshop that he had damaged or broken altogether from said temper. This lovely tradition continued into my own marriage when my lovely ex-husband hurled a crystal salt shaker at the oven and shattered theContinue reading “A Hard-Learned Lesson”