Learning (or The Dangerous Words of Michelle Duggar)

I have a confession. I have spent a ridiculous amount of time lately thinking about Michelle Duggar. I can’t believe I’m saying it but there it is. Michelle Duggar has been weighing me down. I’ve started and stopped writing posts about her for weeks now. In all different formats. A general rant. An open letter. Even a Letterman style top ten list.   I can’t seem to get it right and she just keeps swimming around in my mind. It all started many weeks ago when I read about a robocall that she did urging the residents of Fayetteville Arkansas to […]

I Really Wanted To Go

I really wanted to go. As much as she didn’t want to go, I did. There is something very special about this group. It’s hard for me to find the words to describe what it’s like to sit among them. We are all at different points in our stories. Some have been in the group for years and are real friends now, often going out for dinner afterwards. Their children are in a different place than E as well, many on hormone blockers, some on cross hormones. They share their experiences with their doctors, their insurance companies, their school administrators. […]

She Really Didn’t Want To Go

She didn’t want to go. I mean, she really didn’t want to go. Our next support group was approaching and E was strongly expressing that she DIDN’T WANT TO GO. There were lots of reasons, some real (I don’t feel good) and some not real (it’s stupid.) Some superficial (it’s FRIDAY NIGHT and I want to see my friends) some profound (I don’t want to talk about myself.) The way she was upset was that scary way she gets. It falls into the category of big upset I don’t want to talk about myself. I know you don’t; it’s ok. […]