My parents~My path~My legacy

                                      she loved him...so did i, there lies the problem

My first honest answer to a very real situation:

Dear XXXXXXX,

first, i need to tell you that i wanted to respond earlier but it took me time to get the courage to put myself out there and to calm myself down. The scars of abuse never go away. Now that I have had a good cry and can collect my thoughts I bring you this.

second, let me say you can tell me to piss off at any time.

third, let me say this:

I come from a family dynamic that was comprised of exactly what you are talking about. My mother stayed married to my father because "you didn't just leave in the 60's" and she was scared. After 12 years of marriage my mother was verbally and physically abused, had two children that were psychologically damaged (unbeknownst to her) and couldn't take it anymore.

Each year of marriage brought less tolerance from my dad and a higher level of abuse. Which by the way included but was not limited to, how she should dress, who she was allowed to see, what was to be prepared at home and elsewhere, who she could talk to...this did not all happen at once. It was a long, painful 12 years that escalated as it aged.

My parents thought that because we were young that we had no idea what was going on. I remember it all like it was yesterday.

Jump forward to my early teens when I met a handsome guy that was every teenage girls dream. He came from a good family, was a knockout, surfed, raced cars, loved road-trips, and i was over the moon for him.

Little did I know (because I was a teenager) that he was a spitting image of my father in his high school years and was to be a exact replica of him all the way down to me needing stitches, held at gunpoint, locked out naked, taken to the "dumps" and left for dead, locked in a room for days, the list gets more degrading, violent and well I suppose you can see where I'm going.

It was a life I was familiar with, miserable but comfortable, violent but well made up for. It is a classic cycle of violence. It is well documented, counseled and fought to be broken.

it began with me as it did with my mother. He made himself perfect for me, made himself useful and somewhat needed, slowly isolated me from family and loved ones, verbal abuse...

I was 10 years old when the police came for my father. By that age I was already on my path. Nobody knew in the 60's that the children would suffer the mistakes of the mother. I say mother because they are the ones with the power to be free. They usually have a family that wants them back and has been watching helplessly from the sidelines waiting for us to ask for help.

I am now in my 40's have an amazing husband that I married when I was 30, and brilliant daughter that I am proud to say will not be a part of "the cycle of violence" the chain has been broken and even as much despair as these memories bring me, my solace is in the gift I have given her...freedom to be who she wants to be in all matters of her life.

This was very painful for me to write. In retrospect I should have done it by e-mail. But, here it is and maybe you can find some wisdom and strength behind it. Yes, it is scary and difficult.

You owe it to yourself and to your daughter to lead a life without tyranny. Mothers are the teachers, leaders and keepers of their daughters.

I keep you close to my heart and pray for safety for you and Claire. I believe you may already know what you need to do. Courage will follow and you will do what you have to do.

XO Michele

I am feeling devastated yet liberated. This is my path.

Living with Lupus

When fall sweeps summer out I come alive again. I realize that this sounds strange but living with Lupus means summer is my enemy. I have always been a lover of summer. My life revolved around camping, water skiing, hiking, exploring...


As I began to mature these simple pleasures became difficult. By the age of 30 the summer things I enjoyed had become a thing of the past. It actually really came to the surface and demanded to be dealt with on my Luna de Miel or honeymoon. I had been ill off and on since I was 17 and had no reason to feel any different about this time. I dealt with the symptoms and enjoyed a month long retreat all around Mexico. When we arrived back in the states I got sick again and decided that I should see a Dr. (I had been to several since I was 17, because they couldn't find anything that should be causing my symptoms, they were deemed "psychosomatic")

I was not about to take "crazy" for an answer. As it so happened, neither was my new Dr. After many tests, questions and history he was proud to announce a diagnosis. As the words left his lips...Lupus, my life would never be the same again. I now could confront the enemy, was grouped with the "chronic illness" people, am uninsurable and my health has a mind of it's own.

I was now aware that my depression was a side effect of being chronically ill and not some kind of genetic mutation that would have me drugged up and possibly committed if not kept under control. Being a newlywed, I offered my new husband a free pass out. He had bought a lemon, there were not enough goats in my dowry (so to speak) to make up for the fact that he may never have a child to carry on his name, his wife could become ill and need to be cared for or she could disappear all together.
Knowing that I had married a amazing man was some comfort but, he still should be able to part company if he so desired. His beautiful new future with his new bride was now tainted with uncertainty and potential sadness.

That was almost 13 years ago and many things have happened since. We have a beautiful daughter and have had many amazing moments. It is those moments that I cling to every time I'm not feeling well. My memory and the memory of my husband have been scarred with the reminders of my illness. With every wonderful moment of our lives, these scars are healing.

Unfortunately, we both suffer from one that plays itself out over and over when you let it creep in. It was the night that my heart was attacked by Lupus and the rhythm of life was silent. Our baby was just 2 years of age and my life just slipped quietly into darkness. Luckily for us, I was already in the E.R. because I knew something was wrong. They were able to revive me quickly and the only permanent damage was the Sinus node (electrical box) of my heart and my security of life. I was implanted with a pacemaker to keep my heart beating.

It is a strange thing the pacemaker. It's the thing you see a warning for on microwaves and at the airport. It is a common tool of the over 70 crowd. Then there was me. A 35 year old wife, mother, daughter and friend that didn't quite fit the profile. I was greeted by Dr.'s and nurses for the first couple of years with a "oh, your so young", I would say yeah. What the hell did they want me to say. Gee, thanks for reminding me that I really shouldn't be hear for another 50 years. Eventually, I got to know the whole staff and I became a fixture in the office.

I also became a fixture in the E.R. and with the paramedics up until last year. You see, I developed a secondary condition that required lots of pacemaker tweeking. Finally, I am at a place that is stable and my heart has its old song back.

Through all of this I was blessed with a husband that is strong and compassionate. Sometimes he and my daughter get "ripped off" because I don't feel well. For the most part I can rise to the occasion and join in as long as I take all the necessary precautions. I usually am not out in nature between the hours of 11:00am - 4:00pm in the summer. I do make exceptions only after a bucket of sunscreen, long pants, long sleeves and a hat have been properly secured.

So you can see, I long for the fall and winter months. When I can be comfortable in all my clothing, the sun is not as strong and I can go outside without as much preparation or worry. I am not in denial but Lupus is part of me and I don't give in to it unless it is absolutely necessary.

My life is beautifully different from everyone I know and thats fine with me.

Flying

"i would rather spend my life with the birds than wish i had wings" I heard this on television last night and can't stop thinking about it. These few words that make a sentence carry weight that has crushed many.

For some it is just words that sound interesting, for others it is a mantra for me it is a reminder. We are not all created equal, life is not fair, without the top there is no middle or bottom.

For all the unjust feelings these issues may bring, it is life. Not just as we know it but as centuries of humans have known it.

I feel that we have been changing this thought process to the detriment of our children. You can't always have what you want. You are not always going to be the best. Life is hard, a challenge.

However, you can work hard for the things you desire. You can be the best that you are able to be. You can rise to the challenge of life and encourage those around you to do the same. Lift others up the best you can. Be proud, stand by your word, it the only thing you come into this world with, it defines you.

Life is what you make it. Grab ahold and enjoy. Be good to others. Be good to the planet. Be good to yourself. Life is an amazing journey.

she wants to be a star

There are things that we wish for our children. Stardom is not usually one of them. Zephyr wants to be an actress. I do believe that because she is an only, her free time is in her imagination. What a lucky way to live.

i trust her instinct to be true to herself. Even at such a young age she needs to follow the path that is current for her. We can only guide her gently into her ever changing world.

As all parents, I love her beyond distraction. Her life is a precious flower that will hopefully continue to bloom until her days have past. I wish to be here for her forever. I realize that this is a ridiculous thought, but without brothers or sisters I worry. Who will she fall back on? Who will she celebrate her birthday with? Who will pick her up when she falls?

I have had the good fortune of having a young mother that is still here to guide me when my path may be questionable. Yes, even when you hit 40, your path still may have some serious speed bumps. I have good friends and a loving husband. My life is rich with people that love me for me. Wow! how lucky am I?

And she will be as well.

I love you, my heart, my soul, my Zephyr.

Lloyd, i wish it was that simple.

I don't want sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold, bought or processed, or repair anything sold, bought or processed.  You know...as a career, I don't want to do that.

Lloyd Dobler 

create ~ yummyness

a strange time

This stage of my life seems strange to me. It's quite a transition.  I don't think that it even crossed my mind that I am in the second half of my existence. Most of my life has gone by in a blur with the typical and atypical events that stand out.  No different with the exception of getting a second chance at life.  I suppose thats not something that everyone can say.

With all that in mind, I begin this story of life as I know it...