I feel angry that my Dad wasn't there to protect and guide us through the mine field of Mom. I feel angry that my Mom loved my sisters more and better than she did me.
When you said I was welcome, But not my kids, Or my dog...
When my mother died, writing the obituary was left to me. My husband said it was the funniest thing to see my eyes literally glaze over and stare off for the longest time. Finally he broke the silence...
With this little ingrained belief I was allowing myself to be robbed of the best moments of my life.
The Four A’s that Alleviate my Anxiety
We grew up in a pretty normal household. My parents were very young when I was born. Mom was eighteen, Dad was just twenty-one. Life was extremely stressful for them at times. Dad was in the Air Force and not paid well at all. Mom often worked as a waitress. There were times they both held down two jobs just […]
It has always bothered me when I see people treated lesser than just because of the work they do. There are many invaluable services performed by people that are abused simply because of the job they hold. Yet where would we be as a society if no one cleaned toilets? I am deeply grateful for the janitors and cleaning staff […]