There are times in life when even small misunderstandings can feel much bigger than they normally would. It may not be because the issue itself is enormous, but because your emotional reserves are already being used somewhere else. Right now, much of my energy is going toward my mother and everything that comes with loving... Continue Reading →
When Abuse Had No Name: What Three Generations of Women Were Taught to Endure
When I look back through the women in my family, one thing becomes very clear to me: abuse did not suddenly appear in my generation. What changed was our ability to recognize it, name it, talk about it, and eventually do something about it. My grandmother lived in a time when a woman could have... Continue Reading →
When Someone Has Been Keeping Score and You Didn’t Know It
There is a particular kind of conflict that feels especially unsettling. It happens when someone finally tells you they have been upset with you for a very long time, not a few days or a few weeks, but months, maybe even a year. Suddenly, you realize there has apparently been a running list of things... Continue Reading →
Looking Back at the Words That Helped Me Heal
f you read my previous post, you know that my mother was recently diagnosed with cancer. I traveled to be with her, and while helping her sort through her home and prepare for what comes next, I found myself returning to this old blog. Maybe there is something about sorting through a lifetime of belongings... Continue Reading →
When the Phone Call Changes Everything
I wasn't expecting to write this post. Although my mother and I have a difficult relationship, we do not have a abusive relationship. A few days ago, my mom had a CT scan after losing a significant amount of weight and simply not feeling well for quite some time. She had been tired for months.... Continue Reading →
Using AI to Manage Challenging Relationships
Last Thursday, the boyfriend came by to announce his intention to propose. He wasn’t asking for our permission but merely letting us know it was happening on Sunday (yesterday), with only three days’ notice. He said he was worried I or my mom might “spill the beans” because we talk a lot.