It is my hope that my daughter and I will continue to live in the present and choose love over resentment. This poem, Mother’s Heart, was written for my daughter, whom I love with every drop of my being.
March 19, 2016
The healing that sometimes happens is exquisite, shattering every idea I once had about how much a human heart can hold. Against all odds, it is possible that sometimes our grief gives us our humanity, restores us to relationship. But it does not return us to what once was.
In my direct personal experience, abuse of any sort is cyclical. Via forces of both nature and nurture (or the lack thereof), it gets passed from one generation to the next. Abruptly turning one's back upon it can be a necessary self-protective measure. However, the systematic adoption of this ...