My Mother, My Mommy, My Mom

I have called her all these things and more. I would classify her as my friend, but never my best friend. I learned early on, never tell your mother something when you are angry with, say a boyfriend, friend or spouse. She never forgets, while your anger will pass! My Mother was my mentor and she did many things for me, and gave up many more. My mom was the backbone and kept us upright and on the straight path in life, (well most of us anyways). Like...

Atrebla Rose

As a few here know I was on an overnight backpacking trip this past weekend. I have been in others since joining this soirée but I am usually too exhausted at the end of the day to think about this place. This time, while sitting by my campfire that overlooked a large Adirondack pond, my mind wandered to my friends here. When I go backpacking I am always solo. This never bothers me while I am walking and the occasional other hikers takes care of any need for human contact. But at night, sitting...

hikergeek

I have been here over 10 years now, sometimes as a quiet spectator, and some as a chat room mod. I feel it is my safe place. I enjoyed my first blog, and thought I would try it again. I have always been a journal writer, I kinda like this blog thingy.


You know when you got it right!


I know I am not alone in saying this, I am a very very proud mom! And if you are not, then get on the wagon.

I have raised 3 amazing boys, or men I should...

Atrebla Rose

I am going to give this blogging thing a try......

I have been abused, beaten, raped, neglected, tortured and hurt but not broken. That is not who I am though. I will not let that define who I am. I may come across as sappy and nice, too nice to some. That is ok by me. That is who I choose to be. I have the dark dark cloud deep inside me, and I choose everyday not to let it out, but fight it with sunshine. How do you feel after 5 days of dark clouds, and no sun! Pretty damn grouchy!...

Atrebla Rose

I constantly second guess myself. Some of it is a character flaw. Parts of it are the scars left from the many narcissists I've encountered in my life.
I've been doing some reading lately on the characteristics of a narcissist. Mostly because that word is used a lot and I wanted a more solid definition.
I've decided that my Dad, as much as I adored the man was a text book narcissist. When my parents were married and subsequently divorced, my family would always say "he'd...

Just A Girl