I needed to go back and learn about my childhood before I could make sense out of the path ahead of me. But first, an update. So much has happened since my last post, friends. Shortly after publishing my book, Hey God, Why Is Life So Hard?, I reconnected with a community that I considered…
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I was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother’s mother was woefully undermothered as a child. These wounds run deep.
Ugh. Appropriately enough, I feel like a fool today.