Valentine’s Day evokes a reflection of my relationship with my husband. Twenty one years together. A majority of it joyful. The dark moments are darker than dark. I wonder how it can happen. Then I think that the humans we trust most in our lives are the humans we show our dark colors to. Returning to the light is love.
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I’m Kathy. With a K not a C. Sometimes I want to say, “K or C. You pick. You could put a M there and I really wouldn’t care except I am definitely not Mathy in a multiplying fractions kind of way. My mother says, “I’ll never forget your birth. Goodness, it was terrible.” She says it after my sister gives birth to an eleven pounder born breech and I say, “That’s a whole lot of nope.” I ask, “How so?” Mom says, “Something went wrong with the stirrups. That’s all I remember.” Then she laughs nervously. I think, “You laugh but Miss Possibly Brain Damaged Daughter over here doesn’t think it’s so funny.” My introduction to my therapist: “Hi, I’m Kathy. Apparently, something went wrong with the stirrups. Details are sketchy. Also, I used to run behind the Mosquito Truck in a cloud of Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane also known as the endocrine disruptor DDT. Oh and one time I tried riding my bike down the neighbor’s concrete steps. You know what happened? A big ol’ concussion and a visit to the emergency room is what happened. Does this help lay the foundation for why I have lived an uppercase odd existence during my 53 years on the planet?” For eighteen years I’ve been working as a paralegal for four attorneys who do child abuse work. Unsolicited advice: Don’t do that. One attorney is plenty. None is ultimate. Working for four attorneys means odds are at least half of them are uptight egomaniacs whose head you would not want to be inside. That’s saying a lot because my head is no day in the park. Also, the child abuse gets old after one day. Four thousand six hundred and some days later I’m still doing it. Exhibit A of why I am a crazy person. View all posts by Kathy