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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...

I Just Wish Someone Understood…

A wise woman told me to write up my story and tell the hell out of it.  So, here I am. Sometimes, I feel like I have the only kid like mine. My son was diagnosed between 3 and 4. He is one of 3 I have, with special needs. For the time being, I’m focusing on my...