The Wedding

Its been a while since I have written. I have been going through so much change. I feel as though I’ve been on a rollercoaster of emotions. That’s typical of my life. But this year has been an exceptional year in so many ways.

My Daughter got married Saturday to her best friend. It was a beautiful wedding. I think it was the most elegant wedding that I have ever been too. It left me filled with so much joy knowing my daughter is truly happy.

My daughter, Crystal is like this free spirit that you can’t hold back. She reaches and attains what she wants. But she never stops reaching. She’s amazing.


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Not just a house but so much more!


Home, it’s here, right here where it’s always been before it was even a whisper in a

builders heart. There was a purpose to it just as there is to everything in life. In his

labored hands,  he knew not the reason but  he was impelled to bring a purpose upon it

toward the future for which it now resides and for  all the seasons down through


Herein dwells the most amazing stories of life and love and loss.

It’s not a big house, instead, a humble one that carried the cries of newborn eyes and its

walls were arms that held them tight. The house was a holding place for testing out trials

and receiving joy.

Never was there a kindness given without the essence of receiving.

The curtains absorbed the laughter and shared it with the wind blowing through the

windows on a springtime day.

A ray of light still shines upon sentimental trinkets roaming the atmosphere of this space

A mothers comfort for a skinned knee still echoes softly throughout this home.

One can still see the evidence of loved little creatures whose names are spelled in silence.

With every desire there is a cost but within this place it’s all free.

This house still hears the remembrance of every knock on the door, every picture


from the walls and the footsteps still left behind, captured and stored within.

How can a house hold so much memory for so long and not spill over and out onto the

land? Each memory sprinkled like freshly fallen snow?

Captured within  here, are the tender hearts of children, reaching for life that is still

laid out before them untold.

It stretches far and wide and it crosses years and lives of old. What is held within a house

is the heart that is beating for another success in life. Just one more child to grow and

one more story to be told.

Still here are the harmonious sounds of goals attained and rewards given.

Herein lies the truth about life and death and growing old.

Within the veins of this humble holding, lies the beautiful unfolding of everything,

everything! Even that to which is still unknown.

A house can capture a heart and you can even hear it singing

from the walls. Gently, ever so gently, like the breath of a child that lays sleeping and

dreaming about tomorrow. Within this house, there is always tomorrow. Whatever pain

that left a trace of fear was calmed by the love that was shared and the courage that was

made to continue on an on. Life is not a journey to an end, for there is so much more. So

much more to learn and grow and inspire and even to leap with excitement over the

tiniest accomplishments written on the doors. The news of these days never faded away

but is still in tune with morning routines, like breakfast lade out on the table and made

with love and a shout that still rings, the bus is coming. You must not miss it.

There are echoes here of scribbled papers and golden stars that were given for a job well


Beautiful insights are captured in a mothers journal late at night.

In writing she treasured pink ribbons, marbles or a butterfly or two which belonged to

her children that she held so dear.

How beautiful a place that lets a journey

live on in other lives and other homes. Those homes that grow and live and cry.  They cry

out with endless tears of endearment. It never ends. They think it does but it was

purposed to never end. Life passes from one heart to another and there is one tear that

is shed to remember and to never forget from where it came. I tiny house can hold a

mountain within if it is given the chance to thrive. This house still stands

because it is cherished and it was labored in love and hope for the future. It’s tiny little

windows kept out the cold and held the promise of another day and another and


From one wish that stretched a lifetime,  stills grows and still sings its joyful tune. You

can’t reside within this home and not know that. You can’t grow up without ever

knowing how much you were loved and cherished and treasured. A house is a home for

just moments in the steam of time but the memories all connect from one generation to

another and from one tiny house forward the prospects for success. Take just one step

and you have turned a page in this story that spreads out a carpet that leads to promises

kept and rewarded and honored. A house is not just a house but family interchanged and

so tightly connected. One should let go and yet still hold on reaching and growing with

every step and motion. It’s the child-like cry of a wounded knee and the captured

comfort from loving care that keeps this story going on without end. The people do not

own this house it is owned by love and commitment and perseverance, hard work and

prayer. This joy within is where the plates were once sitting upon those frilly little

placements that used to hold so much emotion. It could tell its own stories. It’s just the

steps taken every day, on and on and on without let-up or disappointment or getting lost

in confusion or pain. A house can only hold what you give it, whether tender care or fear.

It can be angry and scary but it can be beautiful and enduring as well. We make our

homes to live in but our homes carry us through our lives, always connecting hearts to

hearts and spirits to the wind with a careful course and a purpose What our hearts cannot

contain is held in the cupboards and the drawers and anywhere really, that memories

can be stored. They are just there waiting to be discovered by another family and

another life and another journey. One can leave home and never forget where they grew

up and the trials and tribulations of that day. I do know that here within my house, our

house, our home, there will always live generations beyond these doors and much love

more and more.





I got the most amazing surprise from my children last Sunday. My husband said, “Linda I want to show you something outside.” I said, “ok” and followed him out the door. As I left my kitchen and through the porch I could see a lot of vehicles in my driveway. I started recognizing them as my daughters cars. So I continued walking with my husband leading the way and I saw one of my grandsons and my daughter, Jasmine. The farther I walked and around the corner there was one of my daughters, Amy,  holding this beautiful cream-colored golden retriever puppy with a giant pink bow on her collar. I was taken back and awe-struck at the same time. She took my breath away for a moment and then I rushed to verify that she was in fact real and right in front of me. This amazing dream of owning a golden retriever is now realized. My daughters and son-in-law and future son-in-law took a ride to Pennsylvania to get her. I am sure it was a long drive as I live in Connecticut. What an amazing surprise and what an awesome thing for my family to do for me. They always find a way to show how much they love me. The sacrifice of time an effort to make the long journey was such a kind and loving gift. I know that this precious little life will fill my day with joy and excitement. Yes, puppies like babies, are a lot of work and can be challenging but the positives in life always out way the negatives. She is wonderful!

I have waited what seemed like an eternity for this precious golden retriever puppy. She is here and her name is Miss Molly. She is beautiful and everything that I ever dreamed in a golden retriever puppy of my very own. She is three months old and is pretty big. Bigger than I thought a three-month old puppy would be.



My last therapy session left me so flooded with flashbacks. Its scary when it happens. It’s like a little more than a picture that flashes in my mind.

What Happens in Your Brain During a PTSD Flashback?

I found this article that seems to explain what its really like when someone has a flashback.

Although people often associate PTSD with veterans affected by the horrors of war, the condition can develop in anyone who has experienced a dangerous, shocking, or life-threatening event such as rape, childhood abuse, or a serious accident. According to the National Institute of Mental Health, PTSD will affect 6.8% of U.S. adults in their lifetime. The condition is defined by symptoms like panic attacks, depression, and insomnia, but one of the most characteristic and debilitating symptoms of PTSD is something called “flashbacks.”
Flashbacks are like waking nightmares. They are intense, repeated episodes of re-living the traumatic experience while you’re fully awake. Flashbacks can come on suddenly and feel uncontrollable. They are more like a nightmare than a memory because sufferers often cannot distinguish between the flashback and reality, feeling like the traumatic experience is happening again, in the moment. Flashbacks are vivid, sensory experiences. During one, a sufferer might see, hear, and smell things they saw, heard and smelled during the traumatic moment.
How can flashbacks be such an all-consuming, visceral experience? How can they transport you back to the traumatic experience almost instantly? To understand that, we’ll explain what’s happening in your brain when a flashback occurs.

To understand what happens in your brain during a flashback, you first need to understand how memories are formed and how trauma disrupts the way this process normally works.
What Happens to Different Parts of the Brain
Memory is a complex process that involves many parts of your brain, but to keep it simple, we’ll focus on two of the key players: the amygdala and the hippocampus. The amygdala is associated with emotional memory — especially the formation of fear-related memories. It evolved to ensure your survival by strongly encoding memories of past dangers you’ve experienced so that you recognize and respond to those threats if you see them again.
The hippocampus, the other region of your brain heavily involved in memory, acts like the brain’s historian. It catalogs all the different details of an experience like who was there, where it happened, and what time of day it was into one cohesive event you can consciously recollect as a memory. In your typical, day-to-day life, your amygdala and hippocampus work together to turn your experiences into distinct long-term memories.
However, during a traumatic event this system works a bit differently. Because you are in danger, your body’s built in fight-or-flight mechanism takes over and your amygdala is overactive while the hippocampus is suppressed. From an evolutionary perspective, this makes sense: the processes involved in building a cohesive memory are de-prioritized in favor of paying attention to the immediate danger. As a result, your memory becomes jumbled.

When the threat has passed, you are left with a strong, negative emotional memory of the experience, but you lack clear recollection of the context of the event. In other words, you may learn to associate individual sights, smells, and sounds from the event with danger, but be unable to recall the sequence of events clearly.
Later on, if you encounter things that remind you of the traumatic event, like a smell that was present when it happened, your amygdala will retrieve that memory and respond strongly — signaling that you are in danger and automatically activating your fight-or-flight system. This is why during a flashback, you start sweating, your heart races, and you breathe heavily — your amygdala has set off a chain reaction to prepare your body to respond against a threat.
Normally when your amygdala senses a possible threat, your hippocampus will then kick in to bring in context from past memories to determine whether or not you are really in danger. But because the hippocampus wasn’t functioning properly during the traumatic experience, the context of the memory wasn’t stored, and there’s no feedback system to tell your amygdala this situation is different and you’re not in danger. Also, since the memory is retrieved without context like where or when the experience happened, you might even feel like the traumatic experience is happening again.

Understanding what’s happening in your brain during a PTSD flashback can help you learn strategies to cope. You can work with a therapist to identify triggers for your flashbacks, such as certain objects, people, or places. Then, you can work with them to identify ways to respond calmly to these triggers through relaxation techniques as well as cognitive and exposure therapies.
While PTSD can be a debilitating condition — in some cases taking years for the survivor to be stable and healthy enough to process the trauma — with appropriate treatment it can be successfully overcome

By Tiffany Chi,




I watched a very moving video of a forty-year old woman who was abandoned by her Mom when she was only eight years old. It was a very powerful movie.  She found her mom and she asked her Mom to stay with her for 10 days and she helped her mom see how this abandonment negatively effected her life. In the end the mom felt such guilt over leaving her. The daughter asked her to come because she was dying but did not let on right away about that. I wont go any farther than that so if anybody wanted to watch it I wouldn’t give it all away. You can find it on Netflix. Its called Illness.

It left me crying for a while and then I was ok. I started doing other things and suddenly I started to feel empty and even raw. I did not understand right away why I was feeling this way. I also felt a deep sadness. I finally realized that the movie touched on some nerves with my own mom. She did not abandon me like the movie. But although I saw her everyday of my childhood, I felt abandoned and betrayed by her. There is a difference between the mom in the movie and my mom. The difference is that the movie mom had finally realized what her daughter had been through and wanted to make a difference. In the final days of that girl’s life her mother was completely there for her. They made peace with past. My mom was there all along in my life but it felt as if she wasn’t. I needed her protection but she failed horribly. I needed her love but could not feel it. I always wondered just what was I to her? Perhaps a burden. That’s all I knew was this feeling that she did not want me and maybe she wished I was never born. This may not be true but that is how I felt.

She is not even in my life today. She lives in Tennessee with my youngest brother. I hardly hear from her.

Oh well, the movie made me sad and made me think of her. I do still love her even after everything that happened but I am not sure of her love for me. She could say it from time to time but actions speak louder than words. If only she could tell me and if only I could believe her then perhaps maybe I could have peace with it all.

What a Sunday!


I did it!


I did some EMDR (EYE MOVEMENT DESENTISATION AND REPROSSESING) today in therapy and it went pretty well, I think. She said I did really good. Ok, I can’t remember her actual words. The outcome was good. That is the way that it should  be.

I talked about my husband and our up-and-coming wedding anniversary celebration. I got the dinner under control. We are having lasagna for our special dinner. I got the champagne and ICE CREME CAKE which is the traditional dessert. Usually its a CARVEL ice cream cake. They are so good. Sorry that side thought caught me off guard and I just had to say it. You know how that happens right?

The only issue that came up was being intimate together that night of our anniversary. I seem to be constantly triggered  by the very idea of intimacy. I always end up feeling really bad about myself for withholding my body. Yes, sex, there I said it. Often times we start out ok but I can easily get triggered by seeing my dads face aka flashback,  over me instead of my husband. How awful is that? That’s what I fear happening each and every time we attempt sex. In therapy today I brought up all the feelings that I was holding onto about my husband and how unfair this all is to him. The poor guy just wants to have sex on our wedding anniversary.  He has been an amazing husband all through the years together. I owe him so much! I know to some this may seem like an easy thing to be able to do. But if you talk to survivors of childhood sexual abuse you are going to get similar answers. It is very difficult to be in the middle of it and then get triggered and everything comes to a complete stop. How horrible is that for my husband to have to just stop. How rude. No seriously, he understands my difficulties and he accepts whatever happens when it happens.

He deserves more than that and I am going to do my very best to make our night special. I will keep trying. My husband hasn’t given up on us and I am not giving up either.




I kid you not. I didn’t sleep a wink. My husband got up a few times during the night and kept asking,” why are you still up?” My answer to him was, “I could not sleep and I thought I would disturb your precious sleep so  I chose to go out into the living room and find something that might make me sleepy”.

I watched YouTube videos on reborn unboxing. They were really sweet. I have three reborn’s and I would like to purchase my very first silicone reborn soon. I enjoy watching the videos. They take me back to when my girls were little and dressed in all that pink and frills. I loved it. So now I have the reborn’s. I can buy real baby clothes and baby things and change and dress them all. I know it sounds silly but it’s really very therapeutic for me and others.

Well anyways, here I am Tuesday morning and just hours away from my therapy session and I have had no sleep. I’ve done it  before and I can do it again. After therapy I will go home and take a nice long nap. Then I will be good to go for hours and hours after my recharge.