journey
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a walking menace.
I feel sorry for the girl I was all those years ago. She was misguided, misunderstood—an embarrassment, really. No one taught her any better one way or the other how to be kind, or how to act decent. Everything I learned, I learned the hard way. I had to fall flat on my face and… Continue reading
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on mothering, and learning how to find myself.
It’s another cold day here on the Shoreline. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the summertime, but I welcome the billowing winds, the sparkling snowdrifts and the chill in the air over the raw, wet rainfall of a mild winter any day. At least when it is cold and dry out, I… Continue reading
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trying not to take it for granted.
It’s so easy to be hard on ourselves in the present tense. Sometimes we lose sight of exactly how far we’ve come. I’ve been a mother for almost thirteen years, which I realize is something I often take for granted. Growing up, I watched my mom struggle as a teen mom, and heard stories of… Continue reading
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re: healing from trauma.
There is so much about overcoming trauma from our early years that we don’t talk about like how some memories are seated in our subconscious like uninvited guests who won’t leave while others are fuzzy on the details, causing us to question “Did that actually happen the way I remember?” And how our personalities are… Continue reading
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contemplating “the mystery of faith.”
I started going back to church on Easter Sunday. It’s been so long since I’ve voluntarily attended a Catholic mass, I all but forgot the order of events: the rites, the intercessions, and most of the words to the prayers. Admittedly, I’m not sure why I’m sitting down and standing up all the time (though… Continue reading
living in defiance. 