This is the fourth in a series of posts on how I came to discover my husband's sex addiction five years ago. When our son was born, our world performed one neat pirouette before going into a crazy, unexpected, largely incomprehensible interpretive dance. Mark and I found ourselves crazy in love with this tiny creature [...]
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Vaccines Did Not Cause my Son’s Autism
Almost inevitably, when I mention to someone unfamiliar with autism that my son is autistic, they begin talking about vaccines. Sometimes they proudly tell me how they have not had their own children vaccinated. Sometimes they go off on a screed against scientists, drug companies, government agencies or the establishment in general. If they do [...]
Cycles
My husband arrived home this week, carrying his father's ashes. They are sitting now in a plain brown cardboard package on a shelf in our living room, unobtrusive and mysterious. As I held the box in my hands today, I found it was heavier than it looked, and yet too light to have once been [...]
I Felt a Funeral in my Brain
The very first time I ever had a migraine, I was about ten years old. I was taking lessons at a little music store less than a mile from our home. It was one of two tiny clusters of businesses in our small town: the cluster that included the post office ("downtown") and this cluster, [...]
My Body
The other night, Mark and I were sitting together after the kids had gone to sleep and I told him that recent comments on my blog were thrilling me. You see, you all have been stoking my personal vanity by complimenting me on one of my two favorite body parts. When I asked Mark what [...]
Why I Stay
When people hear that my husband is a sex addict, they often wonder why I am still here with him. Some people think that I ought to leave and find someone "better." They think I was duped, that this marriage was bad luck, an aberration. Surely, they think, if I went out looking again, I [...]
My Beautiful Kids (Not Pictured!)
My husband is black, I'm white, our kids are biracial. Before they were born, I used wonder what they would look like and whether anyone would recognize me as their mama. I once had a dream that my son was born looking like Gabe Kaplan (of Welcome Back, Kotter) complete with the mustache: my baby [...]
