This morning I was tagged in a thread on Facebook in which someone shared an article about why unloved daughters struggle to escape shame. Several women commented that this had been (and in some cases still is) their experience. “This is my personal story. I wish I had a mother that loved me. I’ve always been to blame. It’s a sad… Read More
I am from books, Barbie dolls, and obscurity. I am from rocks and driftwood, and exploring suburban woods as if I were there first; from raised ranches and colonials. I am from cinnamon-toast-and-hot-cocoa-for-Sunday-supper-while-watching-The-Wonderful-World-Of-Disney and I am from resistance. I am also from square dances and playing 20 Questions on long car trips, from The Great Turkey Hunt and Boys?! It… Read More
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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