MOM BEGINS TO CHECK OUT: A CODEPENDENT IS BORN

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After dressing in jeans and my cheer jersey, I went bounding down the stairs and found my mother at the kitchen table. That morning, her body and round face, surrounded by her dark, curly, dyed hair, seemed to be smaller.

I didn’t realize how my life was changing. Even as I resisted, my boundaries were being redefined. I was making new friends, and the things I was involved in were sophisticated.

The importance of my parents was diminishing.

As I looked at Mom ...

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TRANSITIONS IN LIFE

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Transition. It’s a word that can strike fear in all ages, and both sexes. When we’re young, it can mean facing the decision of an adult.  When in our early 20’s, it can mean embracing a more mature life and making serious career or relationship choices.

Women of transition — what does this mean?  It begins at 35 or so, when that first lip line or wrinkle or sag in the eyelid becomes noticeable. But beyond the ...

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I Hated My Body Even at only Seventeen

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EARLY ASSOCIATIONS WITH BODY TYPES

Nicky sits in the bleachers with her new women friends, wife and fiancé to two of the Goliath pitchers, the professional baseball team for which she and her friends cheer for on weekends. Her business plan was accepted, the first of its kind in baseball, and she knows Stanford, the college of her dreams, is in reach.

“Boys are too much of a risk,” I said. “I don’t want to take a chance. Hey, Ryan Tilton is ...

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Hiding from the Monster in Our House

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As a child, when you’ve seen abuse, how do you form opinions about relationships?

When you see your father or mother fall out of love with each other, what does that mean?

When you have to hide, so the rage of a parent doesn’t fall on you, how did you detach and plan your escape?

Shadow Heart, the first novel in the Broken Bottles Series, examines a Love Story, as the child of an alcoholic tries to ...

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How I prayed when my father raged

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We all handle fear differently.

When we grow up in a family battling addiction, we cross our fingers (sometimes our toes) and hope for the best every day. We never knew what we going to get when my father came home, or when we came home.  This is how Shadow Heart Opens.

I always prayed the same way at night: “Now I lay me down to

sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray

the ...

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