I spoke with my nephew trying to get information about my brother’s condition (see previous post). I felt like I was pulling teeth. At first I thought maybe he was pretty much in the dark, and then I remembered my mother and brother are secret keepers, not open people like me, so maybe my nephew […]
I heard my cell phone vibrating over where it was charging at 8:30 in the morning. I walked over to see what was going on and since it wasn’t a number I recognized I tentatively, and perhaps a l little hostilely, said hello. “Hi Brook. You don’t sound like yourself.” Oh crap – it was […]
A friend and I were talking about people we knew who were caring for aging parents, who had pretty much given up their lives in that endeavor. I shared with him how my mother had spent my entire life trying to indoctrinate me as to how things would be when she got older by telling […]
I’ve had occasion recently to reexamine my thoughts about rock bottoms, because I suspect I’m heading toward one myself. Not just for addicts It seems a lot of people think rock bottom is a concept that only comes into play for alcoholics and addicts when they hit their proverbial rock bottom and their situation is […]
I have spent the last year writing a book about what it was like being an average little girl growing up with a mother who was the walking definition of Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Repeatedly I would get curious about the competition I would be up against and research for similar books. I couldn’t find any. […]
You might think I’m crazy, but I think my dad came to visit me after he died. It was a couple years after his death in the early morning hours of my birthday. We talked for a couple hours and he left because I needed to get some sleep. I woke up in the morning […]
I don’t have a lot of sad thoughts about my son anymore. Somewhere along the way I chose to celebrate the 22 years I got to have him in my life rather than dwell on the sadness and sorrow of him not being here anymore. I was driving yesterday and for some reason I thought […]
Isn’t that an oxymoron? One definition of love is “unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another” so how can that be twisted into doing terrible things because your beloved wants it. The concept completely eludes me despite the fact I have suffered on the wrong end of that situation with two members […]
