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Thursday, May 6, 2010

Lauren the Leader

The sight of my mother's back turned to me as she did dishes or cooked became a familiar one. Seldom did she look me in the eye anymore. She often seemed tense and took to yelling in a strained voice. This was new for us; Lauren and I missed the singing, pre-school teacher persona that was formerly... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Mitzi

My mother and father were at odds. Thier newborn wouldn't stop crying. Both parents had taken to hitting, spanking, and yelling....with their children, and perhaps each other. Our home became very chaotic. But around this time, we had a little miracle happen. I would find this to be true later in... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Lose Two Parents; Gain One

At a very young age, we were taught a word that I will hate until my dying day. That word is 'obey'. In everything, we were to 'obey'. This was Herbert's word, applied by him, which he instilled into our tiny brains over and over and over. Obeying was all. If we obeyed not, we were nothing. Often a... Sign in to see full entry.

A House of Our Own, Basement Included

Life began to settle down somewhat. My parents bought their first house. A home of her own was not something my mother was used to. Ever since she'd been about six years old, she'd either shared housing with other families, due to the war, or was accustomed to living in an apartment. Home ownership... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 3, 2010

A Curious Thing

The day came when they chose to marry, and my mother's father absolutely refused to go. This had not been a snap decision; he'd noised it from the start. If those two were to wed, since he absolutely forbid the union, he would have no part of it. This had been anticipated, and so Gretel had planned... Sign in to see full entry.

Other People's Messes

I would have to say it all started with my mother. That's what people say in therapy, after all...it's the mother's fault. Well, it's not her fault, exactly, but I think that's where the trouble started. Her trouble became my trouble; and so on. She was the youngest daughter of immigrants. They'd... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Butterfly

You cannot put a leash around a butterfly And expect it to act 'normal'. For it cannot. It cannot fly. It cannot move. It cannot 'be'. We are all of us Like the butterfly. Meant to be free. Meant to rise. Meant to flit around, happily doing our thing. Do not obstruct A butterfly. Allow it space.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Confounded

Air I need it We all do None of us Were meant to be In a box or a mold To make us appear packaged like the next person or fitted into a square shape when we are, in fact round. So let me out of here. And let me breathe some air. If you don't release me I will fight to the death to get out. Because I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Just a Joke

There is nothing more lonely than feeling betrayed. When the person that you would normally run to when you've been hurt Is the very person doing the hurting. And they either are reveling in it, proud of themselves somehow Or are unaware of the pain it caused you. Or just plain don't really care... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Rain Today? No Way!

Rain, Rain go away Don't come back any other day You're making it so I can't play And darn it if my hair will stay But then again Maybe it's okay Because you're snow up yonder way And I think I'll just go skiing today. Sign in to see full entry.

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