When I was writing the book, I Love my Mother But…, women would ask me what I was writing about. When I told them it was a book about mothers and daughters, immediately they said, [...]
Years ago I had a favorite coffee mug. It looked like this: A shrieking woman was pulling out her hair, looking totally stressed, and screaming, “EEEEEEK I am my mother.” I laughed [...]
I couldn’t sleep last night. My mind was racing to solve a problem that needs immediate solving, but is out of my control. I know this is what sets up worry and anxiety so I put into [...]