On Parenting Deeply and Well

Parenting is undoubtedly the most difficult job I’ve ever done. Can I admit it here — it’s not instinctive for me? It’s not intuitive. Though Tom will argue voraciously with me on this, and has, the fact remains that I do not feel like a good mother. Many times I wonder what I was thinking…

Slowly, I Gave Up And Forfeited Living For Peace

     Finding My Feelings. I am listening to an NPR interview, on people who have lived with traumatic experiences and it adds to a growing unease I have had all week, a compelling need to write.  But I have had no computer.  I’ve borrowed one now. It is one of those times when I write to…

a crooked road to home (a poem)

a crooked road by Melody Harrison Hanson December 31, 2009 Mama, I never thought being an adult child would be so hard. being an adult child, of an adult who – is – a – child. Reader. If you’re confused, welcome.  It is a crooked road, full of twists I cannot define.  I cannot see…

I needed [Too Late]

I NEEDED I needed a father who would love me for who I am, not who I might be or who I might become. I needed to be able to speak my mind, express myself, have opinions, and not feel I was your captive, imprisoned by you being right every time. I needed a father…