I've been learning more about memory. Specifically, how depression and anxiety messes with memory. Add the thirteen-year period when I was gaslit every day. All the equals a swiss cheese brain.
Memory and Memories
Mom Monday: Thanksgiving Activities for Children to Save Your Sanity
It happens this week. And I know you're thinking about the turkey, cranberry sauce, and if your sister in law will insist on bringing those rotten deviled eggs. Have you forgotten anything? How about the kids?
Camp Nanowrimo Day 9: Listen to Music
Let me tell you about music. That shit is powerful. It affects our mood. A song brings back memories. It transport us across time and distance. We all have those songs that trigger memories for us. "Good morning, beautiful" was the song I heard when I woke up with my daughter our first night home... Continue Reading →
I forgot what I tried to remember. Excerpt from “Platitudes of Gratitude.”
Memory is such a fickle creature. My mother used to marvel at her grandmother's ability to tell you details from sixty years ago but couldn't remember what she had for breakfast. Now it's my mother who can recall the smallest things from her childhood but can't remember why she walked upstairs to the back craft... Continue Reading →
The Glorious Train Wreck Mom 