I keep waiting for a normal day. I saw a meme once that said “normal” is just a setting on a washing machine. I hear that. But after trauma, after divorce, after millions of hours of counseling, after … after … after … Aren’t we supposed to get past the dreaded SURVIVAL MODE? If you’ve… Read More Too weary to fake it
A couple weeks ago in a post about my sister’s engagement, I left a little cliff hanger … “Today, as my mom and I were driving to pick up the wedding dress, she said something about the right guy fitting like ‘your favorite pair of blue jeans.’ … That analogy really hit home … and I have a great deal… Read More Boys are like blue jeans
So … my first attempt at the “Blended Family” project … Remember how I said I’ve spent several moments standing in the art aisle at random craft stores staring blankly into space? It’s like I’m paralyzed with fear that if I invest in new paints and brushes and a pretty canvas, I’ll just screw it… Read More Life is My Canvas
I love to write in my journal. But my writing has been particularly vigorous lately. Like … physically vigorous. In fact, if handwriting analysis came into play, a professional might pronounce my need for an “I-love-me” jacket and a padded room during the past few months. Seriously. When I say writing is good therapy for me, I’m… Read More Fresh and New
At the first ever National Summit of the Coalition to End Sexual Exploitation, I’ll never forget … A beautiful, well-dressed lady walked up to me and scrutinized my badge. “Mama Crossroads?” She paused. “What do you do?” I couldn’t help feeling a little like my mother, so many years ago. Often, when she was out… Read More What do you “DO”?
For women in a relationship with a sex addict: You matter! What you are experiencing is called betrayal trauma. It is real, and very similar to PTSD. Whether or not your partner reaches out for help, you CAN! Here’s one way to do that–a retreat for women like you. Below is a little note about… Read More Bloom Retreat: Body, Mind and Soul
At some point during the hundreds of hours of counseling surrounding my broken first marriage, my shrink once asked me, “When you cry … do you fight it?” Uh? I dunno. “I mean, do you tense your body, squinch your face and try to control it?” Yeah, I guess I do. Is there another way? The… Read More Good grief