Feb 26th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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I was struggling today with several issues that have been swimming around in my head lately: my relationship with anger and rage, the place of vulnerability in my recovery, the harsh and insidious voice of my inner critic, my past emotionally and verbally abusive relationships and the [...]
Feb 15th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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A few weeks ago, I volunteered to act as secretary for my 12 Step group. However, after just one meeting in my new role, I contracted the raging, beastly stomach flu direct from the bowels of Satan and had to hand the secretary duties right back [...]
Feb 12th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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When I first found out about my husband's sex addiction, a therapist suggested that I go to a grief support group. The suggestion felt so uncomfortable to me that I never did follow through on it. I thought, "How are these people [...]
Jan 20th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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Joe Thorn on Flickr
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When I have nightmares, my subconscious doesn't like to get imaginative. There are no weird surrealist scenes. There are no horror movie serial killers. There are no dank and mouldering castles. It likes to stick with what it knows: my children in [...]
Dec 1st, 2008
by Mary P Jones.
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alecani on Flickr
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When Austen was a baby, a friend of my husband's gave him a stuffed camel, which she brought for him all the way from Israel. However, Austen never showed much interest in toys without wheels or numbers. The sole exception was a stuffed rabbit [...]
Oct 28th, 2008
by Mary P Jones.
This post is the ninth in a (slowly developing) series onhow I came to be where I am around the current election.
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Recently, I've noticed a particular tense, worked up feeling I get about how wrong other people are. It's a kind of quivering moral outrage that makes [...]
Oct 19th, 2008
by Mary P Jones.
It happened in a blink. Years ago, I wouldn't even have noticed that the feeling came and was stuffed down again.
Today, I was looking for a sharp knife to cut a loaf of bread. There was one in the knife rack, but it was big, and I always like to use the smallest, [...]