words from the soul
We are moving on. We pack baggage in sturdy cartons and label each one. The heavy boxes are smaller because we distribute the load with intention these days. They are stackable and organized, and the text is bold but not too loud because we need to scan them easily. The rest of the world doesn't … Continue reading Unpack Me
"We only hold onto things because they benefit us somehow," she told me. "Even if they hurt." We were up to Step 4, and Tovah guided me through my Resentments. "Write them all. Some will be easy to let go of, and some will be challenging, but none are silly. They all mean something to … Continue reading Once, there was an untold story…
I am 15 and a half years old. My mother is sitting shiva for her father. I am leaving home and it feels like something is tearing. I don't know that I will no longer have a home, that they will move to a new house while I am hiding in the attic at my … Continue reading Ready or Not, We Move On
A good memoir starts at the beginning. This one starts at the end. I guess that's your warning. Get out now while you can, while the story is bright and hopeful and you see me walking off into the sunset. It's only going to get darker from here. It is a few days before my … Continue reading The Last Chapter
This is a very painful post for me to write; one that crept up over the years on occasion but willingly returned to its suppression box when I pushed it in. My husband and I have been married for over 13 years. Before our marriage, we spent intense, life-altering years with a revolving group of … Continue reading Goodbye, Cobblestone Road
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