by Kara Turner | St Johns
I met with Mandy at Saint John’s and was immediately overwhelmed by the feeling that everything would be OK. Mandy’s quiet strength and honest gaze just made me feel safe. What’s remarkable is how far she’s come in just a short amount of time. It was a little over two...
by Kara Turner | Her View From Home
Being irrelevant to my teenager daughter sounds amusing and inconsequential. Becoming irrelevant is different. It’s heartbreaking. The agonizing process of losing my daughter’s affection and attention, although somewhat expected, has been less shocking than the state...
by Kara Turner | Her View From Home
Behind your closed door, I stand. Mostly about to burst in with freshly folded laundry or to catch a word of the muted laughter floating through the wall. But I’m here. Behind your closed door. I am not sure exactly what I thought would happen when you started high...
by Kara Turner | Her View From Home
Thirteen in our house is absolutely enchanting. It’s almost like a guest has arrived with certain requests and certain rules for engagement. My husband and I find this time especially rewarding. If the door slams, we have much needed quiet time. If the door opens, we...
by Kara Turner | Her View From Home
Never in my wildest imagination did I expect to spend thirteen years raising my daughter with the outcome being that I became the most irritating person on the planet. But here I am, the most annoying and offsetting person in the house. I have the power to repel my...
