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 →