When I was thirteen, I remember coming home from school one day and waiting for my mom to come home that evening, she never did. She had gone from drinking to using drugs again, it was the late eighties at that point, so crack was her drug of choice. Some of the past is still very blurry for me, ... Views: 1113
I’m not a pessimist…at least, I like to think I am not. On the contrary, I’ve always considered myself a badass woman. At 23 years of age, I was married, a mother, and a homeowner. I had a stable, financially secure career—and my life looked damn good (especially on the outside). Four kids, 15 ... Views: 1084
Speaking of the Feminine in my last blog post, reminded me of studying the feminine and how that had me take a closer look of my first model of the feminine, my mama. My relationship to my mother was a tumultuous one. If you’ve read my prior posts, you know she was an addict. Not only was she an ... Views: 1093