Tag: family
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For the Women Who Came Before
As I sit here and weep for all the women who came before me, I find myself needing to write this post. Let me be clear…I do not weep for their loss (although there are so many wonderful women we could use on the planet right now). I weep in gratitude for their tenacity and…
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Sex, Love and Relationships (Part 6): An Independent Woman
I know, I know…this topic has been done and by much better writers than me but today I need to write it. I was raised by two very independent women. My Gramma raised 3 kids by herself during The Depression and my Mom raised the 3 of us by herself. And let’s be clear, Gramma…
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Sex, Love and Relationships (Part 5): What is love anyway?
I was talking to a boyfriend once a very long ago and he asked me how many men I had loved. Now, let’s be clear, he wasn’t asking how many men I had slept with, he was asking how many men I had felt love for. I don’t recall the number I gave him but…
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Oh the feelings!
Yes, sure I am an alcoholic and a drug addict. I have also been diagnosed with depression and bipolar (although when I was diagnosed bipolar, it was still called manic-depressive so that may say something). I have two parents that both had problems with alcohol: neither of them ever did anything to recover from it,…
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Eloise
The moss was cool under her bare feet. Her eyes scanned the forest floor for the leaves of that very specific plant she sought. These were her favorite days… The hottest days of August when the air smelled of baked forest… When then shade of the dense forest canopy kept her cool and the slightest…
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My 21st
If you have been paying attention, you know I was drinking long before my 21st birthday so you’d think that celebrating that birthday wouldn’t have been any big deal. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, it was great! Saturday Night/Southern California: A handful of friends and I (and a bunch of other patrons) stood…
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Mac Tíre (Part 3)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (In case you want to read them in order) Cora couldn’t explain the familiarity with this wolf but it was obvious. She was also very curious, so she agreed to go back with him and hear him out. As she rose from the damp…
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A Recipe for Hope
It had been about 15 years since I’d seen Angus. Still not sure what I’d done to make my son so angry, I always baked a cake for his birthday. This year, as always, I was baking his favorite. Hoping…always hoping that this year he’d come home and there would be his favorite cake and…
