physical abuse
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Tuesday, May 6th, 2008Last Friday, one of my son’s classmates lost his father.
The boy is a kindergartener, having only recently turned six years old. I read the letter the teacher sent home and I immediately began to sob. I do not know much about this boy, other than he frequents the principal’s office, and is well [...]
I am not mad anymore
Tuesday, March 18th, 2008Dear Mom,
I need to let you know that I am no longer mad.
It is possible that you didn’t know I was mad to begin with. Being a mother myself, I could speculate that you may have not known what “it” was, but I’m sure you’ve known that something wasn’t right with us.
When I called [...]
Long Way Down
Wednesday, March 5th, 2008It’s been on me now for months now. It sits in the middle of my head, buzzing like some sort of damned demented tsetse fly. I am defeated for no reason whatsoever. I can’t smile, at least not for myself, and my eyes are always heavy.
I know that part of the solution is to move [...]
Walking the halls at school
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008Walking the hallowed halls of my son’s school, I am faced with awkward sensations and feelings. As a human, I tend to project my “issues” outward. Therefore, it is no surprise that a much younger version of me comes out and walks simultaneously with the grown up part of me, clomping through the [...]
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