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So, what do you do when you realize that your brother tormented you (including minor sexual assault) and your parents did nothing about it? That your father slept through your entire childhood, pulling himself out of a depression just in time for you to leave home at 18? That your mother bought into the gender [...]

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There are a million and one reasons why I left him. I remember telling him that if we were just friends – never mind husband and wife and parents to child – I wouldn’t put up with the constant lying and broken promises. Let’s not even touch the topic of manipulation… On Tuesday he called [...]

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I have a dream …of gathering all the women I know in one room so that we can solve the world’s problems about mothering and childcare and feminisn and schooling and juggling it all and co – parenting and mental illness and recovering from trauma and talking back to the experts and healing from toxic/negative [...]

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Create another set of produce bags for the community garden organizer Make Fudgy Orange-Zucchini Cake with Orange Glaze and find people to share it with to keep me from eating the entire thing Make Zucchini Fritters Find a few more recipes to make use of the zucchini harvest Take a stack of books and CDs [...]

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Screw it. Sometimes I cannot find the Grace. My bro will likely end up legally divorced well before I do. And I really wish I could kick the ass of his former wife. All the way back to Cuba. This weather is shitty. Shitty, shitty, shitty. Torrential rain today. And yesterday. And nothing near what [...]

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My brother’s Mrs is talking about meeting with a lawyer. My mum continues to think of her as ‘poor M’. Bullshit. If she doesn’t want to be married or even tell my brother where she and her son are living, then he should cut his losses, divorce her and hope that she can convince some [...]

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Police officer: How did you meet him? Me: On-line To say that my attempt to help Zed went badly would be a gross understatement. He made it as far as the triage desk in the ER, having arrived at my office as scheduled – early even – and we made our way across the city, [...]

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Ask me about my siblings and I will mention my brother. Dig deeper and I will ‘fess up. The Girls. The Half-Sisters. The ones that make it very easy to carry the title of ‘The Good Daughter’. Both my parents were married to other people, both straight out of high school, really. Mum married a [...]

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