Musings about life, writing, and society at large. Reflections include thoughtful posts on a wide range of topics.
When I was a baby and first tried solid foods, my face swelled alarmingly. My small-town pediatrician recommended putting me in the hospital for force feeding until I stopped rejecting food. This did not sound right to my parents. They took me to The Cleveland Clinic where doctors said I had food allergies and needed […]
Riding in a hot air balloon wasn’t exactly on my bucket list, but I’ve always liked the idea of maybe trying it someday. Someday recently happened when a friend invited me and Peter to join her and her husband on a ride to celebrate her birthday. Accepting the invitation came with some hesitancy… it is
I have endometriosis. Or so I’m told. I guess we’ll have absolute certainty on that when I have surgery later this summer, since surgery is the only official way to diagnosis it. But it’s gotten bad enough for the lesions to show up on CT scans and MRIs, so my doc says that’s pretty definitive.
Another mass shooting. Cue the same old arguments. I’m exhausted. We all are. Nothing will change unless we address our broken society. But how do we do that when we can’t even agree on what parts of our society are broken? Or can we? I do not know how to stop the continual mass shootings
How does childhood and adolescent trauma shape our outlooks, our life choices, and our personalities? Do we ever get away from it? Through therapy… time… self-medicating…? Or do we evolve with it, living life and folding in new experiences, thinking we’ve moved on until we catch sight of an old trauma from another angle and
