Snot, Diarrhea, Chicken Bones…

I spy with my little eye My sister can’t eat chicken on a bone. I remember when I was younger that used to gross me out too. I always wanted boneless chicken, and especially wings. All those slimy little wings with the little bones and tendons. Yuck, made my stomach turn. Then, I was put

Suicide; What’s the Worst That Could Happen?

My first date with Suicide So we are at the end of Suicide Awareness Week with World Suicide Prevention Day properly poised right in the center. I would like to tell you about my first encounter with Suicide and let’s just see where the road leads us.  It was my mother. I had just turned

Who is at Stake? Andrea Yates, CNN and the Call for Revolution

Walker Karraa wrote this amazing article and it was published on Postpartum Progress. I am terribly frustrated that I cannot seem to locate the blog to blog share button so I am manually adding the link in here. It’s a wonderful read and takes a look at what we should all be aware of. How people

Nightmares: Wicked and Visceral

Visceral dreaming, vivid nightmares I ran out of my Zoloft a couple days ago. Now this has happened before and I am very aware of the pattern. It takes a while before the Zoloft starts to have an effect on my emotions. While that’s still true, I’ve been having vivid nightmares. Oh about what do you ask? Sex imparticular. Along

Crazy Nights Crazy Days

If you don’t go in crazy you’ll come out crazy… First I want to say; a lot actually: AMH I tend to infuse most of my ramblings with humor. I smile and sometimes laugh when it’s most inappropriate. I knew a woman I actually really admired and liked quite a bit who was a female forensic

Blackmail, Grief, Guilt, Sensationalism and Finally a Media Award?

Anonymous calls and where they lead In 2005, when I was getting custody back of my daughter, someone made an anonymous call to the Kennebec Journal and said; “You want to write a story about a child killer who’s getting her daughter back?”. Well that prompted a series of phone calls to my attorney John

Suicide is Like a Disease

What Doesn’t Kill You? Suicide seems to run rampant in my family. Spreading itself around like a transmittable disease. I keep hoping to “Cure” my family of it, but it appears to have dug its roots deep. I remember when my grandfather came into the room where I was sleeping to tell me my mother

Dirty Devil?

When is the devil you don’t know better than the devil you do know? I am often left feeling as though I am choosing between the lesser of two evils. Rather than just being able to make the best decision for example; I have a couple choices and neither of them are fantastic, but I

Walking the Line

I Walk the Line   I have walked the line between living for one child or dying for another. There’s never a good, right or perfect answer. I just have to live with knowing that I have walked the line and probably always will. My daughter and I on her 9th birthday in 2002 When