Some days, I hate you. Some days, I wish you were something different. I cannot control you. Like the tides, you are unpredictable and change whenever you please. You are sensitive and easily irked. But other days...most days, I adore you. You are a part of me. You make me who I am. Set me [...]
{image credit Debby Hudson} Dear Mom, Although we are friends now, we haven't always been in this place in life. When I was growing up, you were distant. Not distant in a way that I couldn't see, hear or touch you, but you just had somewhat "checked out" as a mom. Being the baby of [...]
{image credit Debby Hudson} It took 9 years, past our divorce, for me to face that you were the love of my life. Maybe we just weren’t good together. I don’t know. When it seemed like you not only stopped loving me, and touching me, but also liking me- I didn’t know what to do. [...]
As a part of a new, limited micro-series entitled Post Script, launching under the Collective Podcast, I will be sharing anonymously submitted letters, written by women within the community. Each week that a mini-episode launches, a coordinating post, containing the letter, will be here... {image credit, Debby Hudson} Mom, Hello, how are things going for [...]
Rainy Day in May... 