Relationships

My Mom Was Like a Teenage Boy

My Mom Was Like a Teenage Boy

My mother was like a 16 year old boy. She thought about learning how to drive for decades. But with a possessive husband at home and little money in the bank, learning how to drive was just a pipe dream. Anyways, she thought, she could walk everywhere. That's what I...

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Father’s Day Without My Dad

Father’s Day Without My Dad

    The last time I saw my dad was on Father's Day in 1975. It was rainy and cold much like most June days in the U.P., short for Upper Peninsula. I grew up in the part of Michigan that looks like the mouth of the wolf. The wolf being Lake Superior. The...

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Getting Mad at Mom Was Just What I Needed

Getting Mad at Mom Was Just What I Needed

Tomorrow is Mother's Day, a day I more or less have ignored since my mother died when I was 14 years old. My mother was only 39 years old when my father killed her in cold blood in the middle of our driveway. The music that morning was me screaming, "Please Daddy,...

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Chellie

Chellie

My long-dead mother visited me on Thursday. Not as a ghost or in a dream but through your comments. I could feel her reach through the page and lay her hand on mine as I read with trepidation each of the words you left behind. This is a miracle. Yes, I’ve experienced...

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Iyanla and Me

Iyanla and Me

I have received numerous questions regarding Iyanla's appearance on Oprah. People have wanted to know if I watched and what I thought. I haven't shared any of this before yet it seems, as Iyanla and Oprah did this past week, it's time to set my own record straight. I...

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Book vs Man

Book vs Man

This morning I was searching my dear friend Marta’s bookcase for a book that would inspire, motivate and support me. My finger brushed against title after title anticipating the next book would be it. A familiar title came into view. As I pulled it from the shelf, a...

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