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The wind however had other plans. Usually during a storm you’re inside, with the sound of appliances and people, and thick walls to silence the unsettling song of the storm. Even in a car you have the engine, and a radio to drive the maelstrom lullaby into a Behind Every Crazy Daughter Personalized Tumbler roar. In the back of a vehicle with only quietly burning candles and the soft breathing of Max in my ear as he snuggled on top of me, the storms voice was all consuming. The changes in tempo as the wind howled among the pines, and the creak of branches protesting the onslaught of snow and gale made for a haunting experience, and kept Max and me from getting any sleep for most of the night, until the candles had burned into puddles and the tired light of dawn was softly shining through the few bare spots left on the windows. I was incredibly lucky to have stopped on dirt road with a few scattered homes, homes with mailboxes at their corners. Where there’s mail there’s a mail truck, and road in need of plowing. The next day a plow truck made its way up the road near late afternoon, and the driver was kind enough upon seeing my car near buried on the side of the road, to shovel it from the blizzards snowy embrace, and even gave me $20 “to tank up, get a hot cup of coffee, and a decent meal after freezing out here all night,” and plowed the way forward so I could return to paved roads without having to risk backing up over 2 miles of slippery dirt road.

I could write reams of these because his “triggers” about me insulting and criticizing everything about him from his virility to his intelligence, honor, bravery, loyalty and work ethic were so frequent that I became fearful of saying anything at all. The common thread in these interactions was that in his disordered mind, I was calling him inferior, unintelligent, unattractive, lazy, low class, bad in bed, uneducated and a coward. All things that he felt about himself deep in his subconscious. In my opinion, narcissists live on murky waters covered with an extremely thin layer of ice. When anything they construe as criticism or an insult is heard by them, the protective ice of Behind Every Crazy Daughter Personalized Tumbler their ego cracks a little, threatening them with a fall into the depths of self hatred and doubt. So they react by going into a rage in order to stave off those doubts Even if it seems like a narcissist is triggered by something else, like a co worker getting promoted or their mother giving a sibling a better gift than them at Xmas or you asking them to take out the trash, in the end, I think it’s all about ego for them.

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I can remember sitting on the couch, nursing my baby, with my eyes darting around the house, seeing all the things that needed to be done that I just couldn’t manage to do. I remember having to put my baby in his playpen so I could just go to the bathroom or take a shower and hearing him scream the entire time, while I’m trying to hurry as fast as I can so I can get back to him. I can remember having to put him in a Behind Every Crazy Daughter Personalized Tumbler swing and wind it up just so I could sit and eat a meal. And then having to run to re-wind the swing when it stopped before he started screaming again. He was colicky, but did grow out of it at about 4 months old. I can remember the incredible guilt I felt having to leave him with a sitter when I had to return to work. It will all be much harder than you ever imagined it could be. But… you will also love your baby more than you ever imagined you could love anyone.

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My dog Butch is an example. He was a birthday gift when I was 10. Xmas he was stolen from our yard and I was upset. It was a very poor Xmas for us. Little money and no gifts. I was coming back from a trip to the store and suddenly I am hit in the back. There is my little Butch. He was filthy with coal dust and had a length of Behind Every Crazy Daughter Personalized Tumbler twine around his neck. He jumped all over me excitedly and made small whining sounds of happiness. We guessed he had been taken and kept in a basement and had managed to escape. Only 6 months old and he found his way back home….back to ME. Best Xmas ever! Recalling that also brought thoughts of other good things from that time. My mother, brothers, friends from school, my first bike, and so on.

It took one year to complete this fiber piece. It’s a large embellished needlepoint and is Behind Every Crazy Daughter Personalized Tumblerd “ Death of Venus.” It’s difficult to see, but every inch contains glass beads, seed beads, sea pearls, bugle beads, sea shells, and metal beads surrounding an array of mostly vintage jewelry parts and found objects. The yarn is a mixture of contemporary and vintage yarn. The piece was created for a juried craft art show on “Dia de los Muertos” (Day of the Dead). The show was juried by the assistant curator of the Salvadore Dali Museum. I’m proud to say I won Best of Show. The story behind the art: The name of the piece, “The Death of Venus”, is a play off of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus”.