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When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

Photo by energepic.com on Pexels.com I had to refill a prescription this week. One prescription. Here's what that took: a call to my mail-order pharmacy, who told me they'd outsourced the fill to another pharmacy. An online chat that couldn't help and told me to call. A phone call that got transferred four or five… Continue reading When “Just Call and Ask” Isn’t Simple At All

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Navigating Project Stalls: Insights for Sibs

Photo by KoolShooters on Pexels.com I have a confession. Somewhere around page 100 of the sib book I've been writing, I stopped. (Not the book proposal that was just accepted.) This blog, in a book. I hired an editor. She did a once-over, and I did not finish the corrections. Not because I ran out… Continue reading Navigating Project Stalls: Insights for Sibs

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Was It Stress โ€” Or Was It Something More?

Photo by Thirdman on Pexels.com I've been in and out of therapy as an adult. Not because something catastrophic happened to me. Not because I had a single defining trauma. But because growing up as a sib left marks I didn't fully understand until I was well into adulthood โ€” and some of them I'm… Continue reading Was It Stress โ€” Or Was It Something More?

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When Your Sibling’s Needs Are High, Your Mental Health Needs Are Too

Photo by Anna Tarazevich on Pexels.com There's a version of the sibling experience that doesn't get talked about enough. Not the general "it was complicated growing up" version. The one where your sibling had significant behavioral challenges โ€” meltdowns, aggression, self-injury โ€” or serious medical needs that meant hospitalizations, crisis calls, and a household that… Continue reading When Your Sibling’s Needs Are High, Your Mental Health Needs Are Too

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I’m Doing Motherhood…Again

Curdled milk. Poop under my fingernails. Snot on the cuff of my sleeve.Anticipating every need. Analyzing every cry, shout, and scream.Cutting up food. Changing outfits. Dosing medicines. Reading the same stories over and over. Filling the time. Somehow, surviving. Iโ€™m doing thisโ€ฆagain. When I first considered having my own children, I thought I had it… Continue reading I’m Doing Motherhood…Again