So a few months back, I wrote a brutally honest piece for the Chidren’s Craniofacial Association blog about my medical PTSD and anxiety. You can read it on the Children’s Craniofacial Association blog. Thank you for reading my words. They are the best way I know how to make sense of this crazy thing… Continue reading Musings On Medical PTSD
Though this is a poem about Spring, I feel Fall comes with its own new beginnings.
I am in a bathtub filled with tepid bathbombed navy blue water. I’m sick, stuffy nosed, dripping nostrils, packed sinuses The dryer twirls and drags clothes Metal fasteners scratch metal, Fabric thwacking on metal, Tumbling While the washer spins so fast it sounds like a jet engine About to push off, away from the tarmac,… Continue reading The Bathtub
Nothing moves me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m dead inside. Kidding, I couldn’t be more opposite. Everything moves me, I’m totally at the whim of my emotions. However, what typically really does not work for me are video art installations. Love art. Love museums, but the video things baffle me. I walk in and it… Continue reading Walking Into The Dark: Ragnar Kjartansson’s, “The Visitors”
In times like these, we need the past, because for this one, shining moment in time, it may be the only thing we have total control over.
“Wouldn’t it be great if everyone reacted this way?” he asked. I nodded and burst into tears. The man talking to me, my friend, asked me this after his new dog put his head on my right foot and his upper body against my shin Thursday morning upon meeting the dog for the first time.… Continue reading Puppie 2.0
I abandoned music for podcasts over a year ago. When I am sitting in traffic, it was, and still is, easier to listen to someone talk. I told myself I was learning something, and that I could not listen to music if I was sitting in traffic. If the car was not moving, it just… Continue reading Music and Emotions
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times… I am not that into Dickens, but his words could not be more appropriate for the events of today in Boston and in the last month in my life. I have had my usual chronic health troubles amplified, and, well, put simply and… Continue reading Best of Times, Worst of Times: Boston and Me
It is scary how vivid drams can be. Always and forever idealized, glowing in technicolor red, orange yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Romantic interests, the romantic lead is always to be a fantastical, idealized version of my elementary school crush. 5% body fat, tall with all the trimmings. If the dream is of a home… Continue reading Vivid Dreams
There are so many ways I get stuck in various emotional traps. Tonight I watched a documentary and got all emotional. It was overwhelming waves of emotion, crashing down on me. To describe what happens, where I go inside my head, that will take too long. Never mind that…Let’s focus on the solution. The solution… Continue reading How to Press Reset Part 1: Showers, Baths and Body Care