Cherry Red Walls and Normal

Three months and three weeks ago. I left. I blogged about staying in hotels and on friends’ couches and in their basements. I blogged about living out of my trunk- an assortment of suitcases and boxes of graham crackers and granola bars and apples. I wrote about this being a better alternative to living somewhere where I needed to call the police but was terrified to make that embarrassing phone call.  ...more

If It Hurts Too Much to Stay... Leave

If you find yourself lying to everyone that everything is fine, and having to put on a smile, you need to leave.If you find yourself trying to breathe so quietly that the covers don’t move because it will enrage him, you need to leave.If you find yourself nodding in agreement when he says that the hole in the wall is where he slipped, knowing full well that he hit it during a rage, you need to leave.If you find yourself cut off from everyone who really knows you because you cannot look them  in the eye anymore, you need to leave....more
Thanks for sharing.  This is all so true.  It was reading information like yours on various web ...more

Not my issues

Log in Your Eye

Soooo, we are having some growing pains right now.Superteen was completely dumped by a best friend she has had since kindergarten. In a pretty brutal way. The girl asked if she believed in God. Superteen told her truth, her truth at this moment.No.No, she does not. She was honest, even though it was hard and obviously not the 'right' answer....more

Three Peas in a Mailbox

Almost four years ago, I left everything behind except for my kitchen table, pictures, books, and my sanity. The monkeys and I started fresh. We worked on healing and coming together as a family of three. One night, not long after we moved into our little townhouse, I had a weird notion that we needed a family motto. Supertween came up with "three peas in a pod." Timesboy came up with "three envelopes in a mailbox."...more

The Shadows Among Us

She is sick and I know the mortality rate for her illness is higher than any other mental illness. Schizophrenia, bipolar, depression, associative disorders, all of the labels that make ‘normal’ people shudder- they have a higher rate of survival than anorexia....more

Just between us and our two thousand friends...

Facebook. We all have an account. Many of our kids have accounts. Truth be told, some of our pets have accounts. I may or may not follow a rusted metal chicken named Beyonce on Facebook. I stop at following a friend's sock monkey but that is simply because I have standards. Ahem....more

My Good Boy

I miss my boy. ...more

A touch of flu

Five to nine servings of vegetables a day. Lean proteins. Fish oil pills fo rmy Omega-3s. Neti pot. Constant washing of hands with old fashioned soap. I do all of the things we are supposed to do to stay healthy except for possibly getting enough sleep and avoiding stress. Those two things are just not going to happen in my world, except maybe in a feverish dream....more

Less Than

The first time that I consciously remembered the taste of being poor was in middle school. I babysat often for a wealthy woman in our small town. She had two young sons whom I watched and a daughter who was about ten years older than me. I watched the boys several times a week and idolized V, their older sister. She went to the local university and came home sporadically while I was there....more

Thank you, Kristina. It has taken me twenty-five years to realize how awful that moment was and ...more