Airing Our Dirty Laundry (breaking the silence that isn't golden)
Until I recently posted about it on my blog, I’ve been ashamed to admit estrangement from my mom. I blamed myself for the lack of relationship and struggled with thoughts that no one would like me since it seemed I wasn't liked by Mom. I’ve been unable to pinpoint the exact cause of our missing bond, but the best I can figure is Mom liked...
Airing Our Dirty Laundry (breaking the silence that isn’t golden)
Until I recently posted about it on my blog, I’ve been ashamed to admit estrangement from my mom. I blamed myself for the lack of relationship and struggled with thoughts that no one would like me since it seemed I wasn't liked by Mom. I’ve been unable to pinpoint the exact cause of our missing bond, but the best I can figure is Mom liked...
Our Own Lonely Way (in memory of my friend)
At a friend’s funeral last Monday, I sat very still while they played Rascal Flatt’s song, Moving On. I wondered how many hundreds of times over the past few years I’d listened to the lyrics that said home would end up where I don't belong. The song was one of a number of things/people that saved my life. It helped me let go. It helped me move...
Advice About Advice
I posted last week’s story knowing I might hear back about being estranged from my mom. Sure enough, that evening I received an email from a stranger. She told me that I’ve wasted enough time and I need to go to Mom. My emailer was well meaning, I’m sure – just like any one of us who thinks we know better what actions someone else needs to...
I'm Hear If You Need Me (learning to catch your own fish)
“You know I love you and I’m hear if you need me” was how my friend ended her message that let me know Mom is under hospice care. I keep up with my mom through friends even though she and I have been estranged for more than a decade. My friend, the one who sent the message, is a publisher and a fellow writer who knows the difference between...
I’m Hear If You Need Me (learning to catch your own fish)
“You know I love you and I’m hear if you need me” was how my friend ended her message that let me know Mom is under hospice care. I keep up with my mom through friends even though she and I have been estranged for more than a decade. My friend, the one who sent the message, is a publisher and a fellow writer who knows the difference between...
The Guy on the Bicycle
He smiled big and gave me a friendly nod as he peddled by on his blue and silver bicycle, then asked, “How are you?” The scene happened right after two young fellows in a red pickup truck revved up their engine to let the bicycler know he was in their way on the 25-mile-an-hour stretch of two-lane road that lasts only seven blocks. Time the...
Hi, I’m Kim.
I write about Getting Your Own Life While Loving the People In It which means we live our lives, honor our emotions, and show up for our relationships.
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