Dyed-In-The-Wool
“You must be the only Albertan who knows where Fermoy is!”
I remembered her words as I turned down an old road that at some point in the last five decades had acquired a name and a road sign. This was surely the last place I expected to be when I set out to sell my stash of fine wool for traditional rug hooking. The irony of the whole operation just kept getting richer and richer as I passed the sign to the Christian camp where I had first met my ex-husband, 49 years ago. I didn’t turn off there…this time. I was going to have to go a little further down this road to sell that wool. And that’s why I was here…this time.
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When Time Pulls You Back
This week my ex texted me news of someone’s death—someone we had known in our teens and early adulthood. He was thirteen years older than me, which doesn’t seem like much now, but back when we were young it was HUGE! In the summer he managed the camp where my ex and I met. The rest of the year he was in town running the youth center.
A flood of memories came out of nowhere.
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What Happened to You?
A traumatized brain will often remember sounds, images, feelings without the chronology of events in correct order or, sometimes, even speakable. When I felt it was my turn to tell my story (at least what I knew so far) all I could say was “Something happened to me.”
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There Is A Way To Get Better
In the worst moments of realizing the man you love isn’t the man you love at all, and you don’t know who this man actually is, sometimes a light turns on.
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The Industry's New Ancillary Product Line
After decades of earnest counsellors and coaches telling us how our marriages could be “better than ever” there’s a new kid in town. And she/he/they’re hanging out on the new product line banner of many websites and FB pages associated with the “sex addiction” treatment industry.
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