Several years ago now, my mother passed away and I plummeted into a chasm of grief. With her, my ability and desire to write. I have stared at a blank screen for six or seven years now, urging words to appear before me, but none would. This was not writer’s…
Recovery seemed like a long way away, and in many respects, we still have a long way to go. I feel like I am awakening from a long and deep sleep as everything went into hibernation through the spring. We are still under a mandatory mask mandate and we won’t…
Inspiration has been hard to come by lately while the country has more or less been on lockdown. The Covid-19 virus has taken its toll on the nation’s health and also my desire to create anything. The usual ways I find inspiration have failed and I have to wonder if…
I am so little, I thought, as the full moon caught me off guard, reminding me of my insignificance. The fields around me had been harvested for at least a month and I could hear cattle lowing in the farmers’ fields. The quiet night filled my ears with the constant…
“Ok, Boomer.” Perhaps you’ve seen the phrase lately. It is, after all, the come back of choice amongst — dare I say it? — kids today. If faced with an opinion they do not like or one grounded from “the olden days,” the purveyor of fine discourse dismisses the speaker…
It’s not uncommon for a trauma survivor to be told they are lying or making things up for attention. In 2017, trauma survivors are told to “get over it”, they are making a big deal out of nothing, being blamed for their own assault based on what they were wearing,…
