We spent Christmas Eve at my parents’ house. Both my sisters, their spouses, and all children. 100% attendance by the DePlume family. It’s the first holiday in memory my mother has commanded our presence rather than request it. “This will probably be the last Christmas,” she added, trailing off. Last
When my second kid was an infant, I had a nervous breakdown. I look back at the blog entries for that time and it’s not really there. I thought I was revealing myself, and in the posts, the crazy is obviously there, but the gravity of my situation never made
Starting to feel pretty sure going to therapy is like playing with a Ouija board, in which whatever entity has pissed you off so bad that spending $140 cash money to bitch to a stranger seems like a reasonable option, is drawn back into your realm. Before therapy, I was
A few weeks ago, I went up take care of my nephew while Middle had her second baby. I haven’t blogged much about it, because it was one of those pregnancies where somebody says early on, “If the baby makes it, there’s a 30% chance of normalcy.” They say it
I’m still doing all those things I’m supposed to be doing, waiting for this sense of OKness to rise up from inside and make me whole. Diet! Exercise! Oil Cleansing Method! They are all prophetic of late. I’ve traded in my dry skin for break-outs, and my weight stays exactly