Poring over a dusty hatbox of photographs in her grandmother’s closet, Emily Prentice is shocked to discover her father was married to his high school sweetheart before meeting her mother.
In the summer of 1968, Jack and Libbie fall in love under the spell of their small town, untouched by the chaos of the late sixties. Though Libbie’s well-to-do parents disapprove of Jack’s humble family and his aspiration to become a mechanic, she marries Jack a year after they graduate high school. But soon their happiness crumbles as Libbie’s mental state unravels and she is drawn to alcohol and drugs. Despite his efforts to help her, Jack loses the woman he loves and is forced to move on with his life.
Now that Emily’s mother has passed away, Jack is alone again, and Emily grows obsessed with the beautiful woman who had given her father such joy. Determined to find Libbie, Emily pieces together the couple’s fragmented past. But is it too late for happy endings? Continue reading “#BookReview: Finding Libbie”
For months now I have been struggling. By nature I am a creative person.
I’m not the most talented person by any means, but when I can create something that makes me happy….well it centers me. It gives me balance.
Despite not feeling inspiration for anything, I have still been picking up little pieces here and there so that when I was ready I would have the materials at hand.
I was really starting to panic. Nothing was catching my interest like before. Not reading, not art projects, not even the random tv shows I love to watch. Continue reading “Welcome Back Creativity!”
The person with the disease suffers. The partner suffers. The family suffers.
According to the World Health Organization (WHO) more than 350 million people worldwide suffer from some form of depression. It is estimated that 16 million adults had a least one major episode in 2012 in the US. 6.9% of the population. Despite these numbers, depression is still a taboo disease. It is one that makes people feel helpless. That feeling is exacerbated by the attitude of our society. Continue reading “Who Depression Affects.”
I am struggling today.
I was so very excited to spend my daughter’s first Thanksgiving with my sister and by Saturday morning I wished I had just stayed home.
I’m trying to understand the personal attack that my sister thinks was placed on her but I’m really not getting it. I know that my husband and I more than appreciated her cooking and putting everything together.
Here’s what happen. Due to eating the hor d’oeuvres and mimosas my husband got heartburn and was unable to eat during dinner but did take a plate to go. Is that really disrespectful? She felt he should have tried to eat or to take the Tums she offered, despite us telling her that they don’t work for him and usually just make it worse. He still sat at the table, helped me with the baby and interacted with everyone.
Does that really constitute the proclamation that she will no longer be inviting us for family functions anymore and that you don’t plan to attend any either? I’m feeling at this point that no matter what there would have been some criticism and that nothing short of being perfect will ever be good enough.
I’ve been told to let it blow over but I’m tired of doing that with so many things! My thought process is that it’s fine that we won’t be invited to any functions anymore. I don’t want my daughter or my husband to be treated as 2nd class or looked down upon by the perfect people of this world when I have a say in the matter. Remember though, that’s a two way street and we won’t be the ones missing 1st birthdays, sports events and recitals.
The more I think about it, the more the anger boils inside me. I feel rage at my immediate family being treated like shit by a family member! WE ARE FAMILY! That should mean something!
I had to write this down, it’s been sitting in my mind and festering. What was supposed to be a wonderful holiday and possibly a new tradition is now gone. Hurt feelings, on both sides, and negative thoughts now cloud what I consider to be the best holiday of the year.
I’m full of doubt and pain as to whether I should post this or not. I’m not trying to keep the animosity going but I sincerely doubt my sister would ever read this, she probably doesn’t even know I have a blog. I also don’t want to have to get into any argument with her about it should she happen to read it. She was more than clear with her feelings and I made the choice to not respond. That has always been my role. I’m tired of feeling like I should defend my husband and my life to anyone.
As I put my thoughts to paper (MS Word) I feel the weight of this issue leave me and for that I am grateful. I am interested in hearing what you think on the matter. Am I being narrow-minded in not seeing it as my sister does? Is she being narrow-minded in her expectations?
I’d like to thank the Veterans that served in the past and those who serve today. These men and women fight each day so that we may engage in debate and discussion about all freedoms….the ones we agree with and the ones we don’t. The sacrifices that are made by our military personnel are no small feat. They sacrifice more than just there lives, they sacrifice time with family and miss out on memories that get created while they are deployed across the world to protect our rights. Thank you seems so slight when you sit back and think of the daily, monthly and yearly sacrifices they make. Today is a day to say thank you but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to say thank you every day, each time you see a member of our military and let them know you appreciate all they do.
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