People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.

A Flip of the Mood Switch

I planned to post The Transcendent Familiar Part 4 on Sunday. Really, I did. Why isn’t it up yet? Two reasons.

First, I was struggling with how to tell the next part of the story because I didn’t understand it until yesterday. WHY did I date, marry, and have two children with a man . . . → Read More: A Flip of the Mood Switch

The Ugly Familiar 3: This One Goes Out to the One I Love[ed]

A&R wedding- cutting the cake

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When Robert and I got married, the wedding preparations weren’t difficult because of the one we’d cancelled just a year before. We called the florist, the baker, and the tent rental place and re-ordered the things we’d already chosen. My penchant for procrastination paid off since I’d never gotten around . . . → Read More: The Ugly Familiar 3: This One Goes Out to the One I Love[ed]

The Ugly Familiar 2: Destiny Sold

Part 1

Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you’ll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster When you find your servant is your master

When I went to bed on April 1, 1993, I put the pregnancy test under my pillow. The smooth foil wrapper . . . → Read More: The Ugly Familiar 2: Destiny Sold

The Ugly Familiar 1: There Is Water at the Bottom of the Ocean

I will probably never fully understand how I stayed with Robert as long as I did. We were only good at two things: making beautiful babies and bringing out the worst in each other. . . . → Read More: The Ugly Familiar 1: There Is Water at the Bottom of the Ocean

Driving In the Wrong Direction

Oh, hey, guess what? Varda let me visit her at her house today. Come join us for this week’s installment of her weekly series, Special Needs Sibling Saturdays, where we’re discussing…you guessed it: the siblings of kids with special needs.

On the Beach

I was walking on the beach in the late afternoon. Low clouds and chilly air meant I was alone; the ocean to my left and the beach unrolling before my feet were empty except for tangles of seaweed and tiny, scuttling crabs. The air tasted tangy, heavy with kelp and recent storms.

I walked . . . → Read More: On the Beach

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