Dear Reader,  It's been a minute since I posted something new on this blog. I want to update you on what we have been up to,  and fill you in on my plans for the future. Last week, Kendal came home for a visit for the first time since he moved to L.A. We have traveled to see him several times.  Between the pandemic and his sporadic work schedule, it was harder for him to travel.  Kendal, Me & Cole  2021 was a rough year all around, because of Cole's mental health,  adding Kendal back into the mix would have been spontaneous combustion. I have driven m ..read more

 Dear God, Creator of the Universe,  I appreciate you.  You see my family out here in the struggle to make it through.  The signs are all around us.  We are blessed by your favor.  Your angels appear out of nowhere.  They watch out for us.  They nurture and take care of us in the most unexpected ways.  A few months ago, you brought a special angel into my son’s life.  I know this was your doing. There’s no other way to explain it.  I hate the situations he has lived through for the past two years.  Where he lives now is especially ..read more

  I miss writing in this space.  I love the total freedom of it.  I’m sure your life was on hold, chomping at the bit, waiting for my next post. (insert eye roll here) When I write here I’m not trying to impress anyone.  I’m not trying to build a big audience and earn money from my writing.  Lies. I always love to earn from my writing.  You may send all donations for my therapy to my Pay Pal.  Have I told you how much money I spend on therapy just to exist in this family?  When I started this blog, I wrote for therapy.  I was just trying to sur ..read more

  I miss writing in this space.  I love the total freedom of it.  I’m sure your life was on hold, chomping at the bit, waiting for my next post. (insert eye roll here) When I write here, I’m not trying to impress anyone.  I’m not trying to build a big audience and earn money from my writing.  Lies. I would always love to earn from my writing.  You may send donations for my therapy fund to my Pay Pal.  Have I told you how much money I spend on therapy just to exist in this family?  When I started this blog, I wrote for therapy.  I was just tryin ..read more

Dear Loyal Reader,  Have you missed me here on this blog? Some of you have messaged me."What the heck, Karen? Did you stop writing on Confessions?"  I'm still here. I'm just trying to change my focus. Recently, I have been writing on KarenWesleyWrites.medium.com  Medium is a digital reading platform where writers like myself have the opportunity to connect with readers from around the globe. It's also a writing platform where writers earn money for their work.  I hope that you will join me there. You can create an account by signing in with your social m ..read more

I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that our 27th Wedding Anniversary was actually happy. I have a "thing" with people who post the “fabulous life” on social media as if life is all roses. This phenomena that has taken over our lives can lead to some of us feeling more depressed than ever. The reality of most of our lives has plenty of thorns, weeds and dirt.   Yes. I posted this pic on social media of the two of us having our moment --dinner at our favorite restaurant.  Yes. We were both smiling pleasantly. (I was acting, mostly. I haven't felt like smiling in weeks).  *Get it tog ..read more

My friends on social media are real.  Recently, I lost one of  them. I met Kate Goldfield through this blog. Kate was a fellow blogger, the author of "Aspie from Maine". She wrote about life in her twenties, living with Aspergers.   She was one of my earliest readers when I started writing 12 years-ago.  The boys were teens at the time. I was mostly at my wits end and would write like this was a diary of confessions. As my dad would say,  I would tell "the natural truth." Unedited. Especially, in the beginning. I had no idea what I was doing really. Kate wou ..read more

Inside my head  Absence of sun Swimming in murky water   Upstream where there's light Self-help by the ounce  On pages Writers -friends I love you Thank you  You nurture me Comfort me with optimism  Speak to me in silence Remind me what I know Take me on journeys As I sit in stillness You are therapy  On pages  Life’s prompts and prose Sun, earth, moon, eclipse Self-love cultivation  Reading is water Water is self-care  Writing words  On pages  Elicit kindred souls  Fellow travelers  on my perpetual journey Perpetua ..read more

I walk outside my front door on a crisp, January, afternoon. The fresh air and the Texas sun envelop me.  “This feels so good,” I think to myself. It’s amazing what fresh air and sun can do for the mood.  I play in my garden for a few minutes, cutting overgrown Big Blue Lilyturf plants, and pinching back golden pansies with a splash of purple, hoping to make them stand tall and appear fresh.  The picture above is my cute, outdoor, office set-up for the day.  Harry, my dog is sitting peacefully next to my colorful pouf, and teal-blue, painted, Adirondack chair. It was ..read more

Nothing makes me dance on a Sunday morning like being alone in my own house.  As my husband leaves to go to my mom’s apartment I yell, “Stay extra long! Will ya?” He doesn’t see the humor in my snarkiness.  Bless him. He has it within his heart to go to my mom’s apartment every Sunday morning, so that they can stream church together.  I do not have it within my heart.  I no longer do things out of a sense of obligation, if I can choose not to. I did that for too many years to count. I have the scars of resentment to prove it.    They started watching church toget ..read more