Finnish | Finnish
Sep.17.2011
While my mother lay dying from breast cancer at the age of 47, she wrote a letter to her parents. Both of my maternal grandparents were extraordinary people. They were full-blooded Finnish and as my mother was their only daughter, they cherished and wisely guided her. My grandfather provided...
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Jun.18.2011
Every year on Father's Day, along with thousands of other women I experience a sense of loss, knots in my stomach and an acute yearning. For what? For happy memories with a caring, loving, non abusive, protective father. Those of us who have experienced incest don't have those happy memories. We...
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Oct.31.2010
When I was in recovery I labeled my memories as either AM or PM or in my case, PM, for pre-molestation and AM, for after molestation. Since my sexual abuse began when my father raped me in my early teens I had a lot of PM memories to draw on. The difference between the two time zones was riveting...
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Jan.05.2010
A full half of my bloodline flows from the frigid tundra of Lapland, so I am easily pulled into morose, pensive introspection. A craving for strong, numbing alcohol runs in my Finnish veins, carried along on a sluggish current of pessimism. Years ago, I was stunned by an episode of 60 Minutes. The...
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