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How’s Gabriel?

How’s Gabriel? I hear that all the time.  There is no simple answer.  But answering it is the focus of my daily life.  Every day.  The real answer is Gabriel’s not OK. Gabriel is Bipolar. His moods shift. Daily. Weekly. Yearly. He is never OK. I spend my days like a...

Protecting The Innocent

I don’t remember when reporting of suspected abuse and threat assessments (e.g., suicide risk identifications) became mandatory for educators and counselors. It was before I became a parent, I know that much, and it dawned on me a long time ago that there were...

#MeToo: On The Other Side

At the age of 3, my father began sexually molesting me. At the age of 5, the sexual abuse was replaced by physical abuse from my father and my mother. At the age of 9, both my mother and father went to rehab for alcoholism. At the age of 10, I finally knew what it was...

The Stew

This evening the conversation goes like this: Me: Sam, would you like to have beef stew for dinner again, like Daddy and me? Sam: Yeah. Me: Great. Dinner is in ten minutes. I am pleased that Sam says yes. I am pleased that he tried the stew at dinner last...

Mommy Dearest

I’ve been debating joining Band Back Together since the day it opened. I was leery, because good goodness do I have a lot to say. Sometimes it’s hard to know where to begin. And hard to let yourself. Some things are hard to pull out of the box under the bed. It’s not...