by Cari Palmer
It was the last day of violence in my childhood. It was the day the abuse ended. It was May 21st. Only a handful of days left in school as a fifth grader before summer vacation. I was playing with my neighbor in the dirt on the side of the car port when mom pulled in...
by Cari Palmer
SHOCKING NEWS! People are becoming addicted to their cell phones! The thing is, many of us can still look back to those medieval times and remember what life was like without them. Our kids, however, won’t have such reflections. They can’t compare a life...
by Cari Palmer
He doesn’t mean to hit me. Why do you stay? I love him. He hits you, calls you names and treats you like garbage, but you love him. How is that? He loves me. I know he does. When he has a bad day, sometimes he just erupts and I’m the one who he takes it...
by Cari Palmer
From about 6th grade through my senior year of high school, I lived what you might call a “normal” life. My mom was married to the same man this entire time, and we lived in the same house all the way through my graduation from high school to when I moved...
by Cari Palmer
You lose a parent. The other parent is left to grieve the loss of their partner for as long as it takes. Days, weeks, months and maybe years go by; perhaps they are still missing their spouse. When and if the time is right for them, they will be ready to move on. They...
