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Dear Daughter, I once read an article by a woman who wrote, “I had an abortion because when I became pregnant, I was still too much under the thumb of a controlling, abusive, mentally ill mother who would have insisted I keep it. I had an abortion because adoption wouldn’t have been an option, and I wasn’t strong enough to… Read More
I am going to ramble a bit… ~~~~~ “Don’t be a selfish, spoiled brat!” That was pretty much the worst thing my mother could say to me. ~~~~~ The other evening my husband and I were driving home from a concert and we were talking about something (which neither of us can remember now) that triggered a memory: I must… Read More
I boarded Delta flight 1782 from Minneapolis to Boston, and settled myself into seat 7A (window), grateful that the guy who had a boarding pass for seat 7A was willing to swap the window for the aisle. It was the last (flying) leg of my trip home from White Fish, Montana, where I’d participated in Haven II, a powerful writing… Read More
One of my earliest experiences with shame was the time – when I was in first grade – that my teacher punished me for calling one of my classmates a crybaby. I had to stay after school and write my numbers, one through 100, on the blackboard. I can remember the hot prickling feeling on my face, the pit in… Read More