Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother . . . when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself. Adrienne Rich Ten years ago today, at a little after 2pm, I was deep in the throes of the last fifteen minutes of labor when I satContinue reading “10th Birthday ~ On Grifts, Gravity and Gratitude.”
Category Archives: Healing
Don’t Let the Door Hit You ~ Saying Goodbye to the Home of My Biggest Love and My Greatest Fear.
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kidsIn fact, it’s cold as hell Elton John, Rocket Man. Song Four, Side One, Honky Château It was one of those May afternoons in California’s Bay Area that feel like what you would dream up for a perfect summer day. A new multi-unit building had justContinue reading “Don’t Let the Door Hit You ~ Saying Goodbye to the Home of My Biggest Love and My Greatest Fear.”
Healing is the Long Hard Road Out of Hell ~ on hidden books and moving on.
Life is too short to read a bad book. James Joyce I am getting ready to move out of the home I shared with x. The home our child has lived in her whole life. The home I lived in when I fell madly in love with him and then personally placed alarm sensors onContinue reading “Healing is the Long Hard Road Out of Hell ~ on hidden books and moving on.”
Two Years Later: Freedom’s Just Another Word for Everything Left to Lose
I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then. Bob Seger, Against the Wind On August 26th, two years ago, my daughter started first grade – her first onsite school year – and I had to report for virtual court to see if x had done any of the things the judge hadContinue reading “Two Years Later: Freedom’s Just Another Word for Everything Left to Lose”
I Am the Wreck ~ On Half Centuries, Half-Knowing, and Halving Yourself.
First having read the book of myths,and loaded the camera,and checked the edge of the knife-blade,I put onthe body armor of black rubberand absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask.I am having to do thisnot like Cousteau with hisassiduous teamaboard the sun-flooded schoonerbut here alone. from Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (1972) I amContinue reading “I Am the Wreck ~ On Half Centuries, Half-Knowing, and Halving Yourself.”
Mother’s Day #50: On Being Both Mother and Daughter
I am a reflection of my mother’s secret poetry as well as of her hidden angers. Audre Lorde Being a mother is a hard thing. So is being a daughter. My mother stopped talking to me the year I turned 26. I fell in love with a woman and after a year of accommodating myContinue reading “Mother’s Day #50: On Being Both Mother and Daughter”
‘She’ll Just Go Back to Him’ ~ Desperation, Safety, & Survival Calculations
This is not how your story ends. It’s simply where it takes a turn you didn’t expect. Cheryl Strayed Today I read a post, in one of the private groups I’m in, by a member who posted anonymously about being in the situation with the abusive ex of trying to reconcile, while already in courtContinue reading “‘She’ll Just Go Back to Him’ ~ Desperation, Safety, & Survival Calculations”
It Didn’t *Make* Me Stronger (& Saying That It Did Insults the People Who Didn’t Survive)
I’d walk and think about my entire life. I’d find my strength again, far from everything that had made my life ridiculous. Cheryl Strayed I wasn’t weak when I met x and then I left him and became strong. I wasn’t strong when I met x and then weakened by him and then when IContinue reading “It Didn’t *Make* Me Stronger (& Saying That It Did Insults the People Who Didn’t Survive)”
Ten Years Ago ~ The Day That Could Have Been My Ruin
It is coming down the mountain, fear that holds you like the cold,It wants to settle in your footprints, keep you still from where you’re goingAll you think you know of losing, all you doubt of innocence,The big sky still hangs above you. Every day just want to quit.There’s no light you see to guideContinue reading “Ten Years Ago ~ The Day That Could Have Been My Ruin”
Pretty, But the R is Silent ~ You Can’t Petty Me Anymore
Petty. It’s a word abuse victims have had lobbed at them too many times to count. For years, we hear it from our abuser. Why are you so petty? Are you really going to be that petty and make a big deal about this? Don’t be petty. My ex-wife was always so damn petty –Continue reading “Pretty, But the R is Silent ~ You Can’t Petty Me Anymore”
Life After Emotional Abuse 