I live in northern Arizona. My brother lives in Tucson. When I heard about the shootings in the Safeway parking lot I called him immediately, especially since he shops at Safeway and lives in the northeast part of the city. I was so grateful to hear his voice. In a…
Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. – Horace Walpole Sometimes when I want to forget the bad that has happened to me, I travel back to the good, the first thirteen years of my life. Everyone has those good times, the times…
When I was growing up, granted it was in small towns in the Midwest, life was different. It was slower paced; emphasis in child rearing had to do with the development of their character, their spirituality, their appreciation of nature, their integrity. Going to church on Sunday was a required…
I was raised in a strict Roman Catholic family. We attended weekly Saturday night confessions, Sunday morning mass and during lent we fasted, went to Friday Stations of the Cross and gave up something, specifically something we loved having in our lives (as opposed to giving up chores). I loved…
Dysfunctional families always keep secrets. They may be about sexual abuse, physical and emotional abuse, drug use, time spent in prison, prostitution, incest, infidelity and a number of other unpleasant subjects. They weave incredible stories around their secrets so that no one suspects wrongdoing or evil. When you hide something…
