The last two months I was seriously in need of help and support. The Insecure Writer’s Support Group made me feel welcome, calmed me down, and pointed me in a new direction.
My husband lovingly calls it “vomiting on Mom.”
My mother used to call it “telling about your day.”
I call it “necessary evil.”
Since writing my last post, a diagnosis has been revealed concerning the 12 teenage girls in my community who suddenly developed a tic disorder.
Well, folks, when you can’t believe things could get any stranger in the world of raising families, something new pops up and blows everything before it away.
Warning: This is a long and winding post even though I cut out a lot of the extraneous stuff.