All form, no substance Can you think of a toy you received that didn’t cut the mustard? A toy very-actively…
My dad Now that I’ve finally admitted my dad’s emotional abuse, I need to continue to unpack these issues. How…
Brandon’s story Brandon’s parents are sociopaths. I told a lot of his story in the first series on this blog—Sociopaths;…
To Sam My precious son, my Sam, so young and yet so wise, I see your dark brown hair and…
The seven messages Have you ever over-packed for a trip and your suitcase was so heavy that you weren’t sure…
The dream and September’s second sneak attack September was a hoppin’, happenin’ month—lots of family birthdays, two sneak attacks, a…
The prayer Welcome to the last post in The Sneak Attack. Can I tell you something? I had no earthly…
The manifesto Welcome back. We’ll continue our analysis (i.e., blasting) of Uncle Henry’s sneak attack/letter today. My husband Brandon likes…
Merry Christmas, Peaceful Readers! Yesterday, my husband Brandon and I skipped our first Christmas gathering (i.e., nightmare) planned by… (say…