PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present

preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…

choosing again

i remember the trip to Cleveland the cold night and frozen lake i remember sitting on a velour chaise starring out frosted windows and wondering if there were cash enough for a last minute gift i remember being tickled to get arms length from a supreme dress and lip syncing to Aretha and Aerosmith i…

Fearfree Living, an Introduction

In our everyday life there is fear. Fear has been grounded into the very fabric of who we are, how we live, how we love. So each decision we make is an effort to protect to keep safe those things that are important – family, self, beliefs, and status. What if there was a way…

crossroad, a blues?

there are all these words floating around in my head hard words / soft words words i don’t want to dance with or chitchat about words that fill me with angst and dread words that block and stifling are reminiscent of rifles sprouting off in parking lots near city skyways where babies are arranged in sandboxes…

on choice

i am never able to resist yellow or purple flowers. each time i see them either on the side of the road or sprouting up through cracks in the sidewalk i feel compelled to stop and admire them. i am also a great admirer of sunrises and sunsets and changing fall leaves and sprouting buds…