I grew up in a home full of love. My parents loved each other. Their relationship and marriage were one of the most important parts of their and us, their kids’ lives. Our family’s health and happiness were very important. They both had been through their own personal hardships and losses during their childhoods and … More Thankful for My First Family
I am thankful for my childhood memories. One memory is the sensation of touching soft things and the comfort they brought. Touching softness can illicit feelings of happiness, security, warmth, comfort, and/or peace. Don’t believe me? How does a warm fuzzy soft blanket feel on a cold day? How does sitting with a warm, cat … More Thankful for Soft Memories
My Letter to myself, Little Elaine, was first published on Candid Slice, whose format has changed. I wrote this start National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, which starts October 1st. I hope it and the following articles may reach and help someone. In order to deal with some painful experiences in my adult life and to … More Letter To My Childhood Self
The title of this blog was a favorite line of Telly Savalas on “Kojack,” an old TV series. Do you ever stop to wonder why someone likes you or why you like them? Are you drawn to certain types of personalities or people with the same or even different behavior patterns? Having grown up in … More Who Loves You, Baby?
Moma, Daddy and me at about 1 and 1/2 years old In an effort to deal with some painful experiences in married life and to continue growing greater self confidence and self understanding, I decided to write letters to myself in different stages of my life. These letters share some thoughts on growing up and … More A Letter to Little Elaine
