A good friend asked me recently about my wedding. I never talk about it because it’s a day I really don’t want to remember. Most women look forward to their wedding, I didn't. I didn't even look pretty that day.

On my wedding day all my bridesmaids and my aunts were gathered at my mom's house to see me get dressed for the “big” day. The photographer arrived for the photo shoot. He had me posing by a window with all my aunts and bridesmaids gathered around. My mother, who was also sta...

The week I left my ex-husband I did 2 things. I hired an attorney and found a therapist. I’m not sure which came first but those were the first two really independent decisions of my adult life.

I had been in therapy for about 2 ½ years my divorce was finally over and I asked my therapist to help me find out why I did what I did (marry this man) as I never wanted to do that again.  My therapist was a great no-nonsense person who immediately said to me “Fasten your seat belt - this is ...

I’m afraid of heights. Not all heights but only where I am not enclosed. I’m fine when I’m flying in an airplane but when I’m hiking for instance, and I am climbing a steep hill - I don’t like that at all. 

I was never able to figure out where my fear of heights came from and then I remembered a recurring dream I had as a child. The dream has me in a car with my mother driving and I am in the back seat - the car is a convertible. The car approaches a very narrow silver bridge whic...

After my divorce when I was living alone in my own apartment I went through a period of having a lot of dreams. One dream I will never forget.

In the dream I saw a woman who had the same hairstyle as I did. I didn’t see her face as her back was turned toward me.

She walked up to a square mirror and stopped in front of it. I saw her reflection in the mirror and to my shock it was me - but it wasn’t me.

It was certainly my face but the face in the mirror was horribly scarred all over th...

Yesterday’s blog post “The Abyss” created a great deal of uneasiness for me. I had tension in my neck and was just in a bad rotten mood.

I kept thinking why were there no pictures of me during 20 years of my marriage? I dwelled on that until it dawned on me that I did not want to see the person I was then. I did not want to acknowledge the person I was….a victim who lived this secret life. I was completely ashamed of whom I was and I did not like that Nancy.

In my way of thinking i...

I got married at the age of 19.  I know, as my Mom used to say after I left my husband, I should have broken my leg on the way down the aisle, but I didn’t. I was married for 20 years.

I have a lot of pictures of me from when I was a baby through to my teens up to the day I got married. After I was married the picture taking almost all ceased. It was like I already knew that I should not record this marriage with photos, if I have ten photos of myself during the 20 years of marriage that ...