by Prodigal Mom | May 7, 2025 | Mental Health, Prodigals, self-care
No matter how hard I try to read during the flight attendant’s spiel (naughty me), I still hear, “Secure your own mask before assisting others.” If I don’t have what I need to survive, how can I possibly do anyone else any good? As a parent, this is crucial. To be an...
by Prodigal Mom | Mar 20, 2025 | Family, Love & Forgiveness, Pain, Prodigals
My baby is gone. My precious, cuddly, sapphire-blue-eyed daughter tossed me out like last week’s coffee grounds. Occasionally, I hear a snatch of news about Rita, like she was in the hospital. Whatever for? No idea. She has meticulously closed off every form of...
