I’m finally ready to publicly identify myself (for those who didn’t already know) and start sharing my whole story with the world at large.

This post from my author/advocacy page outlines the very basics of my decades-long background of abuse. No triggers that I’m aware of, though future installments will likely have some.

I may maintain Gritty Momma still from time to time, but I intend to identify myself with my real name on the eponymous blog from here on out, and most of my new posts will probably show up there. Please bear with me as I figure out the best way to curate my public identity and organize my thoughts for sharing.

Blessings to all of you wonderful people I’ve met here. You’ve been nothing but very kind, insightful, and supportive, and especially during a time (little though you knew) where I had very much lost myself and was scrabbling hard in the dark to find her again.

I wish, so much, that I had it in me, then or now, to maintain close connections with all of you. You are so cool, and so soulful, and so inspiring. Part of my grappling internally has given rise to the final acceptance that I can’t. I wish, I wish I could, but fundamental human limitation prevents me. I’m not omnipotent or omnipresent, much as I might like to be, so I’ll have to grieve the connections lost and move on. But I want you to know how much they meant to me, and how much I enjoyed them, while they lasted.

Thank you.


Stephanie Gail Eagleson

Today marks two milestones:

1. 180 days logged for our first full year of homeschooling, and

2. The last day of classes for my first year back teaching online.

Many parents and teachers were thrown into these scenarios unexpectedly and unwillingly a couple months ago, but they have been our normal for quite a while already. And honestly, we love them.

We love Mondays, when my husband works from home (even long before COVID) so that I can have an hour in class in the middle of the day while he teaches the boys and plays with the baby.

We love singing silly phonics songs together, computing with marbles, writing letters to friends and family, reading books aloud to each other, planting seeds and watering the garden, playing baseball in the basement when it rains, using arithmetic at dinner to count bites of vegetables, studying the legends of St. Patrick…

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