
I’m Still Not Here
At 14, I read the entire Bible, front to back. When I attended sleepovers, other kids brought plastic clamshells of … Continue reading I’m Still Not Here
At 14, I read the entire Bible, front to back. When I attended sleepovers, other kids brought plastic clamshells of … Continue reading I’m Still Not Here
TRIGGER WARNING So I don’t talk much about trauma on this blog anymore. And you know what? It’s a relief. … Continue reading Life Goes On: Trauma Revisited
I’ve been so angry at people who ask me, “How are the headaches?” and “Feeling better?” “It’s still chronic,” I … Continue reading This Word Chronic
I don’t know about you, but I like to start every vacation with a clear idea of what I’m going … Continue reading Another Staycation
I’m not a pro at this. I’m not here to give advice. I’m just saying that sometimes I look at … Continue reading Handling Resentment
The first thing it makes space for is sorrow. As the rage and terror ebb away, the grief can overwhelm … Continue reading Mourning
My father kept an old Yamaha acoustic guitar in his bedroom. Sometimes I ran my child-round fingertips over the strings … Continue reading On Father’s Day Weekend
It took me two years. Healing from abuse, finding the confidence to believe that you are capable of leaving—it takes … Continue reading Breaking Away
And then I went to New York. If you have been asleep, New York will slap you out of it. … Continue reading My Breakdown in a Bus Depot
I now saw that talking to my parents was pointless. So instead, I typed them an email. I need to … Continue reading Cutting the Cord