Per our calendar, our year ended 10 days ago. Per our calendar, we begin a new year. We get a brand new start. My mama moved her office last week, and she gets a new start. That is a good thing. She deserves one. It used to be my parents’ office. I can’t really … Continue reading
It feels almost disrespectful to say that I have PTSD. All of my life, I equated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with a soldier coming home from war and attempting to live in a relatively safe, uneventful world, but continuing to feel unsafe after seeing and hearing and doing everything he or she saw, heard, or did. … Continue reading
Time is a precarious thing. It is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years. It gives us deadlines. It gives us notice. It helps explain how long something lasts, or how quickly something happens….when something should begin, and when something should end. Time marks us, whether we want it to or not. A year … Continue reading
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