by KCLAnderson | Jul 26, 2018 | Awareness, Emotions, Re-mothering, Relationships, Self-Acceptance, Uncategorized
[This post falls into the categories of “self acceptance through storytelling” and “examining the ways in which we are like our mothers.” I have written a time or two about how when we resist being like our mothers there may be unintended...
by KCLAnderson | Jul 13, 2018 | Awareness, Emotions, Feminism, Generational patterns, Mother-daughter relationship, narcissism, Relationships, The Wisdom of Others, Trauma
Just now I was reading a novel in which one character (let’s call her Ann) says to another (let’s call her Zoe), “There’s no need to feel embarrassed.” Ostensibly, Ann wants Zoe to feel better. She doesn’t want Zoe to feel...
by KCLAnderson | Jun 29, 2018 | Awareness, Feminism, Generational patterns, Mother-daughter relationship, Re-mothering, Relationships
A question from a reader: My adult daughter, with whom I was very close, has told me that she no longer wants to be in contact with me. I am devastated, not only because she and I were in contact so often, but because I can no longer see my grandchildren. After some...
by KCLAnderson | May 26, 2018 | Awareness, Emotions, Feminism, Generational patterns, Mother-daughter relationship, Relationships, Shadow, Shame, The Wisdom of Others
How many times have you said something like, “My mother did x so I will do y.” Or “My mother was this way so I am going to do the opposite.” Or, “I’m going to break the cycle of [insert dysfunctional pattern here].” Only to find yourself doing the...
by KCLAnderson | May 3, 2018 | Awareness, Feminism, Generational patterns, Mother-daughter relationship, Relationships, Shadow, The Wisdom of Others
How I define the verb “heal”* = to transform a wound from being a source of pain and suffering into a source of creativity and wisdom. More and more I am struck by the micro and macro: micro :: one adult daughter struggling in her life because she has unresolved...
by KCLAnderson | Apr 24, 2018 | Anger, Awareness, Boundaries, Emotions, Feminism, Mother Wound, Mother-daughter relationship, Relationships, The Wisdom of Others, Trauma
I’m sitting alone at the table in our small dining room in Trumbull, CT. My mother is in the kitchen and my stepfather is standing in the doorway watching me. On my plate is a pile of cold lima beans congealed with margarine. I had ruined our dinner because I...
