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What we did without, now becomes an almost obsession

By |August 23rd, 2019|Family|0 Comments

As a single mother I struggled just to keep food on the table. I would make grocery trips with the kids stroller and was always limited to the dollar amount spent and quantity because I could only fit so much in the stroller. Now at one point early on we lived maybe a mile […]

Originally posted 2015-07-20 20:11:27.

Who wrote the book on how to raise children?

By |December 26th, 2018|Family|0 Comments

You know there are oodles of books on the market on how to raise children. You are told to do it this way or that way. This is the way your parents and grandparents did it. Then after having a special needs child you are under a microscope all the time. For us it […]

Originally posted 2014-03-31 18:30:07.

Just another day in my life…

By |December 20th, 2018|Family|0 Comments

My biological father and my mother divorced when I was two years old.  My father’s side of the family led what seemed to be a privileged life, as least more than the average family. They had those social-lite parties. My grandmother was a RN and my grandfather retired from the Army to work for […]

Originally posted 2014-03-30 13:02:40.

Not just biased….

By |December 20th, 2018|Family|0 Comments

I realize I am a mother and the parent tends to be somewhat biased when it comes to certain things. Today isn’t one of those days. My beautiful, intelligent,  compassionate daughter….. all she wants to do is care for people.
Yes she can be a bitch.  But come on what female […]

Originally posted 2014-03-23 01:43:32.

Some of the early years

By |December 19th, 2018|Family|0 Comments

Listening to the not-so-good advice of my biological father I put my son up for adoption when I had him. On the 3rd day at the hospital I went one way and watched as he went with the foster care/social services worker. I cried thinking at the same time it would be the best […]

Originally posted 2014-03-19 15:24:53.

The beginning of the toxic relationship

By |December 13th, 2018|Family|6 Comments

It was 1992, I was working at Pizza Hut as a waitress and living with a couple who took me in. I met her after committing myself to a mental hospital after being raped by an ex-boyfriends uncle who I thought I could trust. He kept me locked up in the bedroom for weeks. […]

Originally posted 2014-03-18 20:58:28.

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