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 | 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 | Mar 26, 2026 | Mental Health, Pain, self-care
His death did not come as a surprise. Hanna’s dad was in his 90s and had lived a good, full life. She loved her father deeply. He helped her with homework, visited her in her travels, and walked her down the aisle. An aging parent who encouraged her through tough...
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...
