Here come the holidays, heading straight for us as sure as sure can be. This time of year is a hard one for many, especially those of us who know that our holidays are far from the ideal of the delightful sleigh ride in the snow, jingle bells jingling as we travel to grandmother's house bearing brightly wrapped gifts with love, laughter and warmth like a wool blanket protecting us from the frigid breath of winter. So here we are, holidays approaching like a train with us on the train tracks once again, hoping for the best.
Continue reading "Holidays & Estrangement ~ Why I am estranged from my mother.
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I wrote this piece to offer on another site which was soliciting
writing on the topic of mothers and how they shaped our lives. How do
we celebrate our mothers? I wrote this piece I offer below and then
realized that it wasn't the right kind of response to that solicitation
as well as being too long. I can't call it a celebration. I wrote some more and decided to include it
here. Here is my story of my mother and what I remember that was
positive and some that is negative about her being my mother:
Continue reading "A reminiscence on mental illness in the family and on having had my mother as a mother.
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October has been a busy month for me. No time to read books. Although I find time to sit at the computer and read and write. It takes a conscious effort to pick up a book to read rather than go online and browse through the vast tomes of the internet. I have several books waiting for my attention. One being My Mother's Daughter: a memoir by Rona Maynard.
Continue reading "Sisters: Estrangement & Reconciliation
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I lead an ordinary sort of life. Most of the time I am a happy camper. Not literally a happy camper. Just a reasonably happy sort of person who occasionally has had bouts of clinical depression. The clinical depression hasn't returned since I received treatment for Graves' Disease. Maybe my thyroid was doing a number on me for years?
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This is a longshot. I am writing this post in the hope that some stranger on the internet will find it and know who this woman is who wrote a blogspot blog called The End of Strife. She wrote the blog for nine days in October 2005 and then stopped. She has written nothing since October 18, 2005. I am hoping that either someone knows her and will write to me to tell me she is okay or that someone will write to me and tell me that they know who she is and they are wondering where she is too.
Continue reading "The Ontario Blogger "M", the writer, editor, artist, and mother
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1. I don't have to spend time with people who insult me, call me names, and think I am a horrible rotten worthless person.
2. I don't have to spend time with people who dislike me.
3. I don't have to spend time with people who are bored when they spend time with me.
4. When there are holidays, I can spend them with people whose company I enjoy and who enjoy my company.
Continue reading "What I like about being estranged:
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I am an artist. In real life I am an artist. I create stuff that people look at. I usually work in a medium that is other than what you are looking at right now. But I have created a few websites. This is one of them. The others are commercial or for a nonprofit or for fun.
If you visit Estrangements.com, you are visiting something that is created for you, the visitor, to look at, read, gather information, interpret, compare with your own experience, and do whatever you personally need to do with it. You came here for a reason. When you leave, you remember your experience and it registers with you in your own unique way.
Continue reading "Art, Websites, Criticism, Unsolicited Advice, Decisions
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Hello Out There On The Internet,
Somewhere out there you exist. I don't know who you are. I only know that you emailed my ex-daughter to let her know about Estrangements.com. You, of course, know who you are.
I have wondered about your motivations and whether I know you and you know me. Or maybe you are talented at figuring out who people are on the internet. I have wondered if you had good intentions or malevolent ones. You must have thought that you were doing the right thing. I believe you did this very recently.
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Last night I dreamt about Ed. He was a high school friend to whom I once felt very close. The relationship was always a platonic one because I kept it that way. Ed would have liked it if I had been interested in something more. But I was always wary of that.
Ed was a talented musician and entertainer. Brilliant and sharp but with a cutting sense of savage black humor that spared no one although it was a long time before he ever used it on me. He used drugs sometimes. Was in many relationships with women. Was married several times but I don't know how many. Verbally abused the one wife that I knew and physically abused at least one girlfriend according to the artist fellow who is now married to her. I witnessed his treatment of a band member one night where he screamed at her at length to tell her what a bad job he thought she'd done in their gig that night.
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