My mother was an artist. She tended to her children the way she had tended to her doll babies when she was a child: she dressed them, arranged them, and used them as models for her paintings. My father believed that sons were everything. After 2 daughters and 4 miscarriages, I was the seventh disappointment. …
I finally reached the point of loving my life and liking who I am, and now I am called to give that in sacrifice? It's time to let go...yet again. They are to procure a small year-old lamb for each household. They are to keep it for four days...just long enough time for the children …
I have the right to love you and you cannot stop me. This applies to enemies as well as family members. A beloved family member has chosen to declare that I am no longer a part of his life. I understand why. It stems from his very early childhood ... a time that was overwhelming …
