What You Don’t Know Is Important – Intimate Partner Violence In The Family

The times, they are a-changin’. It’s been a minute. What’s new and exciting? This was the question I asked my kids when they came home from school, back when they were small. It’s the question I ask my grandson now. I rarely ask it of myself, as I’m well aware of the changes as they happen. We’ve had all kinds of change here on my … Continue reading What You Don’t Know Is Important – Intimate Partner Violence In The Family

If I could turn back time – an off-the-cuff joint.

“If I could turn back time” isn’t a wish to go back in time. To me, the latter is a jump of some significance – to the third grade or to 1653. The former is usually event-specific – I want a do-over for that one thing. For instance, I would have held onto my hockey cards from 1982. My estranged daughter texted me yesterday. I … Continue reading If I could turn back time – an off-the-cuff joint.

Memories are the darndest thing.

I’m folding a couple of the T-shirts that haven’t yet been demoted to dryer status when all of a sudden, I’m thinking about my son’s father’s reaction when I told him I was pregnant. We limped along for another two and a half years, but he never quite forgave me. [i] That isn’t what I’m thinking about, however. I’m thinking about the day he came … Continue reading Memories are the darndest thing.