I Choose My Daughter Over My Parents and Their God.
I love my parents, but I don't like them. I don't respect them. I don't trust them.This is not about anger. I am angry, but that is secondary.
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I Wonder If My Parents Are Proud of Their Daughter.
My parents had planned on getting an abortion with my little sister because she was the third daughter conceived and my grandparents grieved over this.
Being Aware of Projection, My Own and Those of Others.
These days, I try to be less 'Whoever You Want Me To Be', and more my own flawed, critical, fumbling and comically self-involved self.
Our Quest for Love.
Rather than criticizing ourselves, however, we could look at our actions as a quest for love. It is our inner child trying to get their needs met.
Empowering Children to Care for Their World.
Although we love to receive our children’s care, we don’t need it. Expecting or depending upon children for love can become dysfunctional.
Thank Goodness for Foil and Plastic Bags and the Truth of Love.
I used to save the grocery store plastic bags so generously donned on me at checkout to shovel litter-covered cat poop into.
Eulogy to the Living.
It is natural, when a precious life fades, that we ask the person’s age. And with increased age comes the finale.
Just Another Day.
“I did see that Full Moon,” my stepmother responded. She continued that it reminded her of a dream she had a few months ago of two lost fish, both out of water. In the dream, she wasn’t sure if the fish would survive. But the minute they found their way back into the water, they swam just fine. ...
On Being A Writer Who Couldn’t Write (Or Read) Well.
I was slow to develop practical skills, including reading and writing; I thought it was because of Cerebral Palsy making it more difficult to exercise fine motor skills, but I’m not sure it was that, really.