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...
by Prodigal Mom | Feb 17, 2026 | Family, Mental Health
In the mid-twentieth century, Cassandra wandered off in Sears and secreted herself in the center of a circular clothing rack. Frantically, her mother searched for her. But the bright lights, packs of strangers, and loud noises frightened Cassandra. So, she stayed...
by Prodigal Mom | Dec 13, 2025 | Family, Mental Health, Pain
My son is sentenced to 5 years in prison. Sitting in court, I listen to felony after felony announced. He pleads guilty to all of them. I feel traumatized, hearing, living, seeing everything in 3-dimensional agony. The people next to me are his victims. That’s both...
by Prodigal Mom | Nov 24, 2025 | Family, Love & Forgiveness, Mental Health, Pain, Prodigals
I didn’t realize I was having nightmares. I thought I was trying to figure out how to help our son, Rodrick. Longing for good in his life, I kept reframing imaginary conversations. In my dreams, I heard him blame-shifting, escalating, and falling. Pain and loss...
