I became a mother on Mother’s day, twenty-seven years ago. My son came into this world at eight and one half pounds, twenty-one inches long. Little did I know or understand the weight of a new life. But, from those early days, when I went to his crib to be sure that he was still breathing till the time that I […]
A young woman from my church sent me a text message, asking questions about addiction. I don’t really remember what her questions were. I just remember that when I responded to one question, I did so with sarcasm that only those who are in my situation, might pick up on….at least through texting. I wasn’t thinking about […]
My dad didn’t talk much about his father’s violent side. He didn’t have to talk about it for me to know. He wore the abuse like a deep cut, whose efforts to heal had worked long and hard to compensate, like growing tissue that is thick and tough in an effort to hide […]