I am here. Needing, somewhat desperately to detach from a couple of people in my life, unfortunately I live with them and that makes detachment quite difficult, not impossible, just excruciating. I am aiming and working towards detaching without anger but I am not there. And I am not there…

There is a quote by May Sarton, “[we who are] willing to give ourselves away, such people rarely lead happy lives. But they do live lives of constant growth and change.” That hit me hard. I was on a walk, listening to her book when it smacked me first in…

I talk to a lot of people, all day, every day who are in various stages of endings. All of them relational. I am privy to the infinite details of where and how it all went wrong. And while I will admit it has made me a little jaded, I…

Let’s start off with a clear definition: “the feeling that a person or a thing is beneath consideration, worthless, or deserving scorn.” Ok, so it IS a feeling. But what creates the feeling? My experience? Being treated like you are beneath consideration or are worthless…that tends to make the recipient…

For some people reading this, the response to my headline is, “Duh!” For others, I am sure my title engenders big feelings and an immediate disconnect, “Yes they are!” And for still others, despite all the years of therapy, self care, hard work on your issues, there is still this…

That is how long I have left with my son. He is moving to Texas on the 18th but I am leaving for a trip on the 15th so my last day with him will be the 14th. He will graduate high school (hopefully) and then that is really the…

I am not sure, really. I mean I have tried, and tried and tried. Myself, others, my children and my family. But it has always felt that with loving comes bonds, tethers, ligaments that bind me, tightly to something that makes me feel trapped and isolated. I have been vexed…

I have done it a lot. In fact, if one were paying attention to my life (which I am often not) one might conclude that I have spent the whole of my life running away from myself. It is exhausting really. All of this running. Taking off to parts unknown…

She moved in and was only here seventeen days. I barely knew Samantha* (not her real name). But on some level, I knew she was not ok. I have been a landlord for years now and I have never bought a tenant anything like a welcome gift or even really…