Oh, WOW. I wish I could give you a huge hug right now. I'm reading from the very beginning and had no idea you lost your son as well 😭 I'm tracking with you as a former public school teacher and fiber arts enthusiast as well. It's ok to feel like a child right now. The last few years has been a lot and that side of us needs some love as well.
I cannot support you with a paid subscription as I am at the end of my savings and very little is coming in now. I'm 74 and no longer the sturdy woman I once was.
Your story moved me as I was also a successful 7th grade teacher who was forced out of my job because of administrators who were incompetent.
I write poetry and some articles here on Substack. Hearing about the anguish you suffered with both your mother and your son broke my heart. My father died of an oxycontin overdose in a nursing home. My younger daughter lost her boyfriend on his 21st birthday. someone gave him the oxy as a gift. My daughter has never been the same.
I can support your efforts as an artist though by reading and sharing. Thank you for writing about this.
Oh, WOW. I wish I could give you a huge hug right now. I'm reading from the very beginning and had no idea you lost your son as well 😭 I'm tracking with you as a former public school teacher and fiber arts enthusiast as well. It's ok to feel like a child right now. The last few years has been a lot and that side of us needs some love as well.
I can feel the hug.
I cannot support you with a paid subscription as I am at the end of my savings and very little is coming in now. I'm 74 and no longer the sturdy woman I once was.
Your story moved me as I was also a successful 7th grade teacher who was forced out of my job because of administrators who were incompetent.
I write poetry and some articles here on Substack. Hearing about the anguish you suffered with both your mother and your son broke my heart. My father died of an oxycontin overdose in a nursing home. My younger daughter lost her boyfriend on his 21st birthday. someone gave him the oxy as a gift. My daughter has never been the same.
I can support your efforts as an artist though by reading and sharing. Thank you for writing about this.