by Prodigal Mom | Oct 23, 2025 | Mental Health, self-care
My teenage daughter, Katrina, eyes flashing like cobalt fire, screamed up the stairwell, “I hate you. You are the worst mother in the world.” A cacophony of ear-splitting rage. Maybe you have someone in your life who likes to tell you quite loudly how little they...
by Prodigal Mom | Jul 10, 2025 | Adoption, Mental Health
Our adopted son, Colin, refused to clean his room for a decade. After he moved out, I entered what looked like a frat house after a weekend of bacchanalian revelry. Tucked in among the detritus, I found a heartbreaking letter. The letter began, “I was adopted as a...
