When my mother was dying from cancer in 2008, my dad told me that there were 22 others living on Trailwood Avenue who were positive for some type of cancer concurrently. “There’s a lawsuit,” I told my dad. We were driving and it was warm outside and the air smells like Central California does in […]
I missed my trauma therapy appointment for the 3rd week in a row today and it’s showing through the cracks of my face, my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my voice… is cracking. My primary diagnosis nowadays is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and so I wondered that my experienced childhood trauma has been exceeded by […]
The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.
My voice is silent today. I listen and I discern on the next right steps to take. I was in The Respect Institute of Georgia from Monday through yesterday. Graduation is today. Sitting in this place, then, I give you a poem by a favorite poet Laureate, Mary Oliver: After Her Death I am trying […]
Since the Presidential Elections, I’ve been in hiding. It feels as though I’ll be shot in the back or on my knees me watching the gun against my head go off and that’s all I have ever written, baby girl. To overcompensate (because I share biomarking familial lineage of OCD), my step counting is near perfection. […]