Healing Archive

Let’s Play a Game of “Remember When…”

February 18. On this date in 2000, my first son and I were hit by a red light runner at the intersection of Grovers and Cave Creek. He was 17 months old and killed immediately. Seven years

This week’s running theme (apparently): Marriage. Eek.

The first night I met my boyfriend I decided to share a recent declaration I had made to my Facebook audience: I deserved a real wedding, one day. I showed him the dress and the ring and

This Man Deserves a Post (Warning: sex talk in here.)

A couple years ago a private message on Facebook popped up from a guy whom I had gone to high school with. We had been connected on Facebook for quite some time but he was very quiet,

Sixteen Years Old, he would be.

Having friends with sixteen year old boys I can only imagine what my son would be like today: Getting his license soon, voice changing, facial hair sprouting; What would he be excelling at in school? What would

Intruders and Trials

He took my hands. We were both trembling. He apologized but I assured him there was no need for an apology, he didn't DO anything wrong! And, I am old enough to understand that this is of

Oh, You Mean You Want me to *Say* it?!

Within this romantic relationship that is clearly and smoothly moving forward, both my boyfriend and I acknowledge and accept that we are both basically engulfed in fear. Not so much paralyzed, but fully aware of the demons

This Daddy’s Girl

For the past week I *knew* Father’s Day was coming and I found my mind dismissing the thought as I became too overwhelmed at the thought of what to do for my children’s father, what to do

After the Talk…Installing Training Wheels.

After some sleep Saturday night I awoke at 5 – yes, even with the light-blocking curtains! Watched a little mindless television, wrote, IM’d with a girlfriend, went down and had some breakfast. Did I mention I was

Not So Long Ago

There was a time, not so long ago, that I was unable to feel. It was a lifelong coping mechanism that I had developed and was cemented when my son died and I was almost killed in

“Deferred Grieving via Necessity”

These have been some crazy, insane days indeed. My husband of ten years, father of our three children, moved out several weeks ago. We are divorcing. After seven months of intense psychotherapy – same therapist, individual visits