When One Door Closes

When One Door Closes

Hey girl,  If you are just popping in, this is the second part of this journey. The FIRST POST can be found by clicking here. 24 years ago, more or less, I told my mother I didn’t want to see her anymore.  This was me, being mature. I was being responsible. I was...
It Started With a Facebook Post

It Started With a Facebook Post

More than 24 years ago I told my mother I didn’t want to see her anymore, that she didn’t have to pretend to want to see us. Just like that, she was gone. I can remember the weekend vividly, and that is a feat because I don’t remember a lot from my...