So There.

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Sunday, November 18, 2012


There are times I want to pretend I can handle this. When he smiles at me, or acts sincere, I want to believe I can stay put and not have to worry about money, being single again, where I'll live, or how I'll help my children through college. To be supported financially has been a blessing. But on... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 15, 2012


When things calm down a little, I tell myself that I've bought some time, and my weary mind and spirit tries to relax. Unfortunately, this is not the time to get comfortable, but sometimes I can't help it...I'm just so tired in every way. While I'm still here, I think it's important to document what... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 27, 2012


255 Confusion is always the word for this sort of thing. Tonight, my spouse is making us dinner, because I am so busy with work, etc. To have that support is terrific, it really is. I go back and forth (like I told you in the last post). Trying to put that into perspective is hard. The meal will not... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012


256. Here's something of note: Women in my situation are great actresses, and great liars. Before you judge, let me explain. This forms over time, and out of necessity. You smile when you don't feel like it, because to frown could change the tone in your home to dangerous levels. At times, you might... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

257 Days

I just went around the corner to tell my husband that a friend of mine had committed suicide. Feeling tenderhearted, I told him that it was important for all of us to keep in touch with each other, to be very sensitive to each other. He looked at me and said, "That's what you get for holding onto... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Book Link, Cuff Link, Kitchen Sink

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Playing Games

More and more frequently we were being told by our father that we were 'playing games' with him. If he thought we'd done something wrong, and were accused of it, but it hadn't been us that did it and we protested, we were 'playing games'. If we did not give Herbert the correct answer to his... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 7, 2010

A Strategic Move

Although I was born in an eastern state, I am not much of a native. I was told that we moved when I was six months old, so I have no recollection of the place. I was also told that when I was six months old, my fraternal grandmother died. This affected my father immensely. His mother was his rock;... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Showing Off

When others were around, our mother was very verbal about her worrying. She worried that we'd go too far out into the road and would be hit by a car. She worried that we'd fall. She worried at the beach when we ventured too far from shore. It seemed that she was constantly calling out to us to be... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Kindergarten Bully

Things had changed a lot since we'd lived in the little matchbox house. This new country house had more places to find some solitude; the attic, the basement, and Mr. Rock's land that we had access to whenever we wanted were definite plusses. Our German mother took after her own mother...the one... Sign in to see full entry.

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