by Prodigal Mom | Oct 1, 2026 | Mental Health, Pain, Prodigals, self-care
Locked in her office, Laurette tried desperately to work. Clients were waiting. Yet she stood immobilized by the door; from the other side, Philippe screamed and threatened her. Not knowing how to make him stand down, she felt her terror rise. Cruel remarks ripped...
by Prodigal Mom | Aug 13, 2026 | Adoption, Love & Forgiveness, Pain
Cristobal’s Story — During our third 72-hour psych hold, our youngest adopted son, Reginald, said of his bio-mom, “She didn’t love me; I’m unlovable.” My heart stutter-stopped. What a crushing tragedy to feel with certainty that you are unlovable. And thus...
by Prodigal Mom | Jul 8, 2026 | Family, Love & Forgiveness, Mental Health, Prodigals
At 4 AM, the sheriff banged on our front door. He told us our 15-year-old son had stolen and wrecked our car. Our sweet, red, C-class Mercedes. Totaled. On a Crown Vic. He totaled it – on a cop car in a high-speed chase. I loved that Mercedes. Obviously, a little too...
by Prodigal Mom | Jun 3, 2026 | Family, Love & Forgiveness, Prodigals
Some prodigals are way out there. You know what I mean. They jump out second-story windows and throw the air hockey table across the room. And wouldn’t you love to have a conversation with them when they aren’t stoned? Maybe they get arrested, rage at you, or don’t...
by Prodigal Mom | Apr 24, 2026 | Family, Pain, self-care
My only son is in prison. Part of my heart is locked behind barbed wire, nibbling on miserable rations, feasting on sorrow. Fear is real. Safety not so much. Some people are released without much time, while others serve long sentences that feel unjust. Hope is a...
