“Mondays are the potholes in the road of life.” I agree with Tom Wilson on that, although probably not for the same reason he said it. For me Mondays mean another therapy session. Since the repressed memories started those sessions are often distressing. But today I actively dreaded going. Last…

As a missionary I wrote hundreds of newsletters, articles and blog entries over the years. Always my husband had one rule – only write the good stuff. No grumbling, griping or sharing frustrations was allowed. No matter how difficult the month had been you only passed along the happy news.…

Floundering I have stared at this computer screen for the last 2 hours and I am still blank. I am floundering. Figuring out a reasonable way to combine two sets of childhood memories – those remembered and those repressed – to come up with a whole life really should not…

I have survived two lives – at least that’s the way it feels. Two lives. Two sets of memories. First Life The first is the one I have always remembered. The traumatic memories there I discounted long ago as really not that bad on the abuse scale: My father beat…