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  This is the note my 5-year-old daughter, Angela, wrote and slipped under my bedroom door, where I had sequestered myself from her sassy, surly complaints on a day when she was being particularly difficult. I ignored her and her … Continue reading →

We were walking across the parking lot in what is rare for Southern California in the spring – a small rainstorm.  She was holding my hand as I led her to the sidewalk and under an awning to get out … Continue reading →

This article first appeared on The Huffington Post… I plopped my body onto a hard plastic chair inside the Department of Health and Human Services and waited for my name to be called. The office smelled like sweat and cigarettes … Continue reading →

It’s been three years since I hit the reset button on my life. My daughter, Angie, was only two years old then, barely aware of what divorce was doing to her family. Now she’s five and her life is completely … Continue reading →

Last fall, my daughter got a fish. I thought Angie might be ready for a dose of responsibility so we went to the pet shop, where she chose the perkiest blue betta in the store. When we got home, Angie … Continue reading →

Her mother shares her address with me, her food with me and her bed with me, but she still firmly refers to Angie as “MY daughter” and has no gray area when it comes to her daughter. She still refers … Continue reading →

At first the making of bread seemed a very daunting task to be done while dealing with a toddler at my garment’s hem; and when looking at the experience from that perspective it most definitely is. The key to being … Continue reading →

While I was being prepared for what was to be my last electric convulsive therapy treatment for bipolar disorder, before I received the anesthesia and went under, I stated that I was beginning to lose my memory. I was acknowledged … Continue reading →

I love this picture of me. The look on my face sets up the story line, of course. Jealous. Angry. Frustrated by that awful itchy thing that someone dressed me in that day – for somebody else’s birthday party, no … Continue reading →

So my 13 year-old daughter tells me that I need to chaperone she and her boyfriend next weekend for their 0ne-year anniversary. I can bring Brandon for a double date, plus I have to pay for dinner or a movie. … Continue reading →