By Tara Overzat I can only hope that appropriate sentencing of child abusers has come along way since the late 90s, but I am not sure that is the case. It is as if there is a [...]
Read moreBy Tara Overzat I never remember being spoke to as a child by either of my parents. My mother used me, from about the age of 5 on, as confidant and, surprisingly, advice giver. So dependent was she on my father, that when he mercifully left, she sincerely did not know how to do the [...]
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By Tara Overzat “Who’s your best friend?” can be a common question when you’re a kid in school. With my mother pretty much forbidding us from socializing outside of the home (except on rare occasion) until I forced the issue at 14, my honest answer to that question was, “No one.” That was hard for [...]
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By Tara Overzat My mother squandered what little money she received from the divorce, and for years we went without. My father had money to spare. He liked to eat out at nice restaurants, and as usual, me and my brother’s presence would not keep him from doing whatever he wanted. As such, I was [...]
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By Tara Overzat My mother’s ritualism extended well beyond holding on to the dust bunnies in our apartment. During the day, for example, the TV always had to be on. Always. It did not matter if we were eating dinner
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By Tara Overzat I remember our house being clean and nice when my mother and father were still married. He fortunately wasn’t around much, and I remember always being afraid of him. In fact, there was
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By Tara Overzat I thought it must be really hard raising me and my brother, and I lived in denial of the reality of our lives. My mother not only worked very little (when she worked at all), she performed few activities in the home as well, choosing to spend hours on end watching TV.
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