A son, my son…

A son, my son… Handsome and intelligent, Flawed and searching, Proud and arrogant, Caring and concerned.   A son, my son… I see you as a little boy A teenager, a man. I see you as a human, Looking for your place.   A son, my son… I wonder what you think about. I wonder…

I Said Goodbye to My Son Again Today… No, it wasn’t temporary, and yes, he’s still alive

Relationships are complicated, as of course, everyone knows. My son and I have had a fraught relationship from the word go. He came into this world colicky and frustrated, and I, as a young, new mother, mirrored his frustration.   I will freely admit to my faults. I pushed my children a bit in some…

Beginning again…

I took the month of October off from writing to do some soul searching and revamping. I originally started this blog with the intention of processing a tough time in my life and at first, I wasn’t sure whether I had as much to say now that things have smoothed out a bit. My new…

Keeping it Real Regarding Sleep

To all the ‘sleep’ experts out there, let me say… When exactly does reality factor into all the prescriptions for eight hours of sleep? Here’s my take: Suggestion: Have a dark room with blackout curtains. Reality: OW! Busted my toe against the dresser/bed frame/dog nose again on the way to the bathroom! Suggestion: Remove all…

The Kindest Path…

I was talking with a friend the other day and we were discussing the influences, both good and bad of our upbringing and family of origin issues. With my background in counseling, I find it fascinating to delve into and uncover the experiences and impressions that probably contribute to myself and others’ outlook both now…