Susie Larson – Along the WayIf you’d like to listen to my interview with Susie Larson on Kim Ketola’s Along the Way LIVE show, please click here!
We talk about The Mom I Want to Be, and I get to visit with listeners of KTIX.
My mom is an alcoholic
Question: Thanks for your post yesterday, but what about those of us whose parents are still alcoholics?
I was raised with an alcoholic mom. When she drinks she says terrible things. She’s out of control, and sappy and stupid.
I WILL NOT allow her to influence my children. If I forgive her, then she will think she can be in my life again, and that of my children. I won’t let that happen.
Questions from KTIX listeners
Question: I heard you on KTIX yesterday. You said that forgiveness is the foundation of healing, but what if the person doesn’t deserve forgiveness? I can’t forgive someone who isn’t sorry, who continues to hurt people, and who is a miserable excuse for a parent. I want to give my child everything I didn’t have. If forgiving is part of that, then I don’t know what to do.
The power of touchI just want to say a quick hello to the listeners of Along the Way, KTIS radio in Minnesota. Thank you for dropping by. If you have questions about the topic “The Mom I Want to Be: Rising Above the Past to Give Your Kids a Great Future”, please e-mail me and I’ll post them anonymously along with an answer next week. Blessings! Suzie
When I was a teen I went to my first nursing home with a group from my church. Mr. Lollis loaded up a group of 20 or so every Sunday. We went to Braum’s first, then to the nursing home where we sang or visited with the elderly.
Often, I felt strange. When you’re 16, old people really are old. They reached for me, hugged me, and held my hand in their soft, veiny hands.
Now that I’m on my way to being an old person, I see those visits differently.
If I were to count the number of times I’m touched each day, the number would be high. The first thing that Richard does when he comes home from work is to walk through the house whistling until he finds me (sounds like he’s looking for a dog, doesn’t it?, but it’s just his way). When he finds me I am crushed in a hug. We hold hands when we walk. I brush my hand across his head gently when I walk past him and he’s watching TV. (more…)
Berry Mauve or Muted WineI received a cool e-mail yesterday from a blog reader. Coworkers were passing around my story, Berry Mauve and Muted Wine. She is a cancer survivor and wanted me to know that she loved the story.
It’s one of my favorites, and always will be. So, here it is. A rerun. Same ole girl. Same ole guy. Seventeen years as a cancer survivor celebration coming up in September.
My story shared in Chicken Soup for the Couple’s Soul:
Berry Mauve or Muted Wine
by T. Suzanne Eller
He found me weeping bitterly in the hospital room.
“What’s wrong?” Richard asked, knowing that we both had reason to cry.
In the past forty-eight hours, I learned that I had a cancerous lump in my breast that had spread to my lymph nodes, and there was a possible spot on my brain. We were both thirty-two with three young children. (more…)
