People who equate truth with fact are missing the point.
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By Adrienne, on March 3rd, 2014
 I remember walking up the stairs to Robert’s apartment, determined to end the hateful stalemate that was immoveable, static, a mountain or a moon, and I walked up the stairs trembling and I would end it. I would end it if I died. . . . → Read More: Darkness Is a Cannibal
By Adrienne, on July 4th, 2013
There are no conclusions to draw here from the story of my divorce, no larger lesson. This is a story, and it is mine, and as of today, it is truth. . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 8: Guilt Stricken Sobbing
By Adrienne, on June 11th, 2012
 Parental Alienation Syndrome creates a world in which the ground under our feet shifts and rolls without notice. . . . → Read More: The Success of Love
By Adrienne, on February 16th, 2012
 I start a load of laundry, take the boy to school, pour a cup of coffee, put the dogs out, answer email.
I fold a load of laundry, make some phone calls, drink another cup of coffee, sit at my desk and write a few listless words that won’t go where I want them . . . → Read More: Behind My Eyes
By Adrienne, on February 13th, 2012
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.1 (except it’s less of a part and more of an interlude) Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 If you haven’t read parts 1-6, that’s OK. This one stands pretty well all by itself.
Peek with me into a house and observe the family therein.
There’s . . . → Read More: The Transcendent Familiar 7: Choking on the Ashes

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