I do not always think things through before I do them (try to contain your shock.) Last week, I changed my blog name to eliminate my last name from the address. I changed it to the name of my furniture flipping business, Resourced Vintage, because I want to use a blog to sell furniture (that’s … More Why My Blog Name Keeps Changing
Following up on my promise to keep you updated on my business ventures (Resourced Vintage…remember?) That’s OK if you don’t. It was a busy weekend for me too. Combine that with my bad short-term memory (tonight we had a lovely dinner over at my in-laws, who only live a mile and a half away. I … More Tangents Are Dangerous
I am a selfish person. I am also an honest person. Today, I showed both qualities in my post, and in an e-mail to R. In the post, I mentioned our circular conversation, and mutually feeling unsettled because we could not find a way to the harmony that usually flows easily between us. Well, that’s … More Harmony
I am having a moment of intense grief, the kind where your heart aches and your whole body feels heavy with sadness. I guess this grief is always there as I am not great at expressing emotion at the appropriate times. Instead, I tend to pretend the loss is not impacting me. It is only … More The Wheel
Taking a break from postpartum depression series, I need a pulse check post (sort of a confession, where I air feelings and small details of life.) I am looking for work, a slow and painful process. I have never gotten jobs easily…does anyone? Self doubt, impatience and need to be successful without time and work … More What is Normal?
This is a continuation of a my battle with part-partum depression I never stayed in a hospital prior to having the twins. The unceasing activity, beeping, lights, nighttime bed checks and recycled air combined with unacknowledged postpartum depression resulted in no sleep. Having someone else to cook and watch the babies did not balance the … More Love That Fizzes and Pops Like Soda
I knew something was wrong the minute the twins were born. My babies were fine, perfect even. Two red, squalling bundles in need of my love. It was me. I was the problem. Twenty-nine years of neglect, trauma and complete identity invasion by my father, which had been avoided and denied until now, broke through, … More The Shoulds
Joey turned me on (um, not that way) to this blogger. I liked this post’s simple, clear-cut approach to suicide prevention and mental illness so I am reblogging.
Twenty years ago my mother suddenly passed away. A decade before her death, Mom’s kidneys began to fail, necessitating self dialysis, followed by hindering machine dialysis and finally a transplant. She died of a pulmonary embolism days after the transplant occurred (something I just found out, having received her death certificate when grandma died and … More I Love You A Thousand Times
On the way home from Grandma’s funeral, I sent an apology e-mail to my father, explaining we were too busy to see him and his husband. In response, I got several e-mails, admonishing me for this decision. I used to spend summers with my paternal grandmother at dad’s camp. Occasionally, I would see my other … More An Unexpected Goodbye
Breaking the Cycle 716 