tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post8024407594228472420..comments2023-06-08T07:08:53.236-07:00Comments on Writing Beside Me: On edgeMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08404917167112072640noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-84480756345539094422020-01-28T19:29:27.418-08:002020-01-28T19:29:27.418-08:00So glad for the healing you feel. Hoping for fewer...So glad for the healing you feel. Hoping for fewer and fewer of those on edge responses. You deserve to be free.Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15929914252480696798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-69943595126308664332020-01-28T17:28:27.955-08:002020-01-28T17:28:27.955-08:00Thanks, Glenda! I always appreciate your insight. ...Thanks, Glenda! I always appreciate your insight. For two people who have never met, I'm amazed by how regularly I feel such a connection to you. Maybe our mothers are the reason!Maureenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08404917167112072640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728867573837168357.post-43233868761238966032020-01-28T17:24:33.668-08:002020-01-28T17:24:33.668-08:00I know exactly how you feel and think about how mo...I know exactly how you feel and think about how moments such as those you describe have impacted my relationships, and walls I’ve built. My mother also had a duality to her personality, but hers was alcohol induced as well as a byproduct of her family dynamic. <br /><br />I think a poem is the perfect form for stressing the way your mom could truncate a moment. Glenda Funkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07020745976555044975noreply@blogger.com