I have not had the urge to word vomit all over this blog or journal. I think that is probably a good thing. I think I am just trying to maintain. I have been doing more reading on how to become involved with Parental Alienation advocacy. I am on a productive track...I’ll keep you posted.… Continue reading Maintenance


The Front Right

The brain is so weird. What is going on in there? It is me. But, I know nothing about it. The only thing I know is that I have a picture of my son constantly etched in the front, right side. His face sits over my right eye. Isn’t that weird? No matter what I… Continue reading The Front Right



All the truly good words of sadness begin with “D’s.” Have you noticed? Desperate, destroyed, distressed, despondent, despairing, dejected, dismal, disheartened.   I need to make some changes.   When I first started writing this blog, I felt depleted of all worth. That is why my heading read: “Motherhood is a role we take for… Continue reading Delight

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Rabbit Hole

I spent a month away from writing. Several weeks ago, a perceptive, insightful friend insisted on stopping by my house for a couple of drinks. This seemed odd since we are both teachers and drinking past 9:00 pm on a Thursday night is a death sentence for Friday mornings. When she arrived, she wasted no… Continue reading Rabbit Hole

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Please, Take a Shower

Seven days ago I willingly asked my son’s father to come to my home and take my son from me. Indefinitely. My 48-hour weekend visitation began with a grumpy 14 year old staring at his phone or playing Xbox for hours. I tiptoe around him, leaving him be, because I am nervous and weary of… Continue reading Please, Take a Shower

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My daily life is significantly easier. I do not wake up and instantly begin fighting with my son because he refuses to get up with his alarm. He then refuses to take a shower. He then refuses to make his lunch. He then refuses to put his shoes on. He then refuses to pack his… Continue reading Guilt

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I Can Choose to Forgive

My son came home for the weekend. Physically, I noticed several changes. He is taller. I anticipated that one. He is pale. Team Edward in Twilight pale like he has not seen the sun in weeks. He is flabby. Flabby like the only exercise he’s gotten was walking from the couch to the toilet to… Continue reading I Can Choose to Forgive