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Category: Trauma

  • Geo

    Geo

    This may be hard for many of you to read and I know that because, as hard as it is for you to read, it is infinitely harder for me to write.  I remember when I was 17, I was riding into town with my mom and grandma when my mom ran over a turtle,…

  • Strength is My Weakness

    Nearly every job interview I have ever had, the interviewer has asked me to tell them my greatest strength and greatest weakness. I am not sure I ever gave an honest answer. I mean, who does? We try our hardest to give a strength we think would impress the interviewer, then we give a weakness…

  • An Open Letter to the America My Children Have to Grow up In

    I’m done! Enough is enough! Are we not ashamed of ourselves yet? This has been the worst of all election years I can remember. I have never in my life had to sit through and endure the ignorance that is the media today. I never as a child heard the crazy that came with the…

  • Summers End

    Has it really been three months already? Is it really time to go back to school? WOOHOO!!! I know, I know. It was only a short time ago that I was ready to stop the early mornings, the carpools, the constant emails from teachers letting me know my precious was once again terrorizing the classroom,…

  • The heart of an adoptive mom

    “How do you do it?” “How are you sane?” “Why did you adopt more?” These are questions I have been asked along my journey as an adoptive mom. Some more regularly than I would like if I am being honest. I am always amazed at some of the things people will say thinking it perfectly…

  • The unanswerable questions

    I recently had a young lady ask me if I had a moment to answer a question. It had been a long day and I was really hoping it would be an easy one to answer so I could just go on to bed and sleep away all the emotions the day had already overwhelmed…

  • Finding the joy

    It’s hot outside. That is summer for you. The grass is green, sky is blue, the flowers are fragrant, and the heat makes it hard to enjoy it. Much like winter. The snow is beautiful, the fire is warm, the mountains call to the hearts of skiers and boarders to come play, and the bitter…

  • Hurt people hurt people

    I am overwhelmed with sadness as I sit and write this. I was up most of the night watching the hate unravel in Dallas as the numbers of senseless deaths rose. I watched it. Live on Fox News, the camera went to the lifeless protectors after shots rang out.  I couldn’t believe what I was…

  • The war between mother and daughter

    There is a war that began when the first daughter cried her first cry and will continue until the last daughter takes her last breath. Every mother has fought it with every daughter, not one has escaped it, though some have been less gruesome than others. This has been made even more clear to me…

  • The truth about trust

    The words “My kids would never do that” will sadly not ever be said by me. I can’t think of a situation that I would jump to the defense of them as most mothers do. When the neighbor boy screams or cries I immediately look to my young as the culprits. I am on edge…