When I was a little girl, my father was my best friend. My mother came and went, the first time she left I was less than a year old, my father was my constant. I did not realize then how mentally ill he was. He was kind, quiet, gentle… a gentle giant if you will, …

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Broken Open

The interesting thing about this book is that I don’t remember actually buying it. As a matter of fact, after reading the back cover I knew it was something I wouldn’t have purchased because the author is a founder of Omega and I have a personal gripe against that organization. However, I did indeed buy …

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Being Alone

Being Alone

My nest is empty, all but one adult son with Asperger’s who dwells down below (in the basement apartment). So yeah, I’m pretty much alone most of the time. It’s funny, when Rob became a manager last year he was gone 60 hours a week, and I hated it at first. Being alone so often. …

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