My mother

I have a complicated relationship to having my back scratched.

Remembering my mother.

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

Living in fear of the past….

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Another part of my mother’s abandonment of me, of my loss of safety.

My mother left me, and I can’t stop remembering it.

Memory, truth, emotional experience, and the unconscious. WTF?

I got a tattoo.