I buried my friends in childhood

I buried my friends in childhoodand I was never free to mourn. There was always school,and homework,dishes that needed washing,and a beating I had earned. There is no space to grieve loss,when it is never ending,when you are slowly being killed. So I mourn now.Because I’m safer as an adultthan I ever was as a [...]

Sometimes I Have Hard Feelings.

Yesterday, in a fit of anger, my daughter snatched her canapy down from the ceiling and walls. We've had several talks over recent weeks and months about her habit of destroying things when she's angry and why it's a habit we need to break. And yet, it remains her default response when told "no", seemingly [...]