The traumatic circumstances surrounding my mother’s death triggered within me an obsessive need to examine my life. I began writing in the days preceding her death in order to cope with the sadness her actions caused, and continued writing, almost... Continue Reading →
My mother’s death was as traumatic as her life. She lived her life for herself and ignored, dismissed, or rationalized any negative effect her actions had on her loved ones. In the weeks since her death, I’ve been trying to... Continue Reading →
I accept poor treatment, because I don't know what it's like to be treated well. I feel fundamentally unlikable, because I've been consistently shamed and ridiculed. I constantly worry that I'm being selfish, because my feelings were never a priority. ... Continue Reading →
So you find yourself unemployed. You're probably feeling a mix of anger, depression, and anxiety. You might be worried about how you're going to support yourself until you find a new job. Never fear, you'll have plenty of friends and family ... Continue Reading →
Pregnancy was fun and exciting the first time around. Giving up alcohol, amusement parks, sushi, late nights, caffeine, normal bowel movements, and my figure all seemed worth it. I loved my cute little baby bump and buying baby clothes and... Continue Reading →
Recently, I realized that I have a tendency to attract negative people. The type of people who always see the worst in every situation. Their forecast is always cloudy with a chance of a torrential downpour. It's my fault though. ... Continue Reading →
My father's death left me an emotional mess. Not because he was a loving, caring father. He wasn't. It was the sudden realization that I had spent the previous nine years providing care for a man who treated me horribly... Continue Reading →
My 8 year old daughter has ADHD, but very few people believe me. Everyone has the same reaction, which is to lecture me about how I just need to be a better disciplinarian. After all, my child's inability to... Continue Reading →
She drops the kids off at school and spends her days whiling away in her studio, honing her "craft." She could be a photographer, an artist, a model, an actress, a singer, or my favorite, a combination thereof. Why would she pick... Continue Reading →
Mom Gone Rogue 