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,…
I was once asked what was the biggest lie I had ever told. The biggest lie I could ever tell. Was it to my parents about curfew or my child about where babies come from? Could it have been to a sibling about borrowing something I shouldn’t have? A scratch…
the problem with hope is that you don’t know it’s false until you’ve hoped too much the problem with hope is that it paints such an amazing picture in your head but it actually turns out to be a bunch of stick figures and scribbles the problem with hope is…
(when foolishly seeking illusive and mythic beasts) open your hands to catch your breath (dropping pain from memory) Peel away skins of bitterness and layer on freckled vulnerability. build pyres of looming specters, only to shred them for…
