02/19/05 Daddio called. The string of free press about this incident gave my sister ammunition and I was the target. My defenses are very high up at the moment. B--- called again, and asked forgiveness. I cried. I cried like a baby in mommy’s arms, thank you.
Today’s piece begins wrapped up in my ego, my defenses, and follows through like this relationship: a step towards healing, the fear and defenses broken down to let God be strong through us.