Moving Beyond Triggers

The trigger isn’t the trauma. For example, a veteran with PTSD might be triggered by loud noises. We understand that the loud noises are associated with the trauma of experiencing a battle or surviving an attack. But the loud noises are not what actually caused the damage; they are just something the brain has associated…

Transition

If you’ve never experienced labor, then you have not had the singular experience of going through transition. But transition is the best metaphor for what I am feeling right now, so let me try to explain. Maybe some of you can relate. Transition is the period of labor starting when the woman’s cervix approaches maximum dilation…

Cliffhanger

That feeling when you can’t quite feel whatever that feeling is – Like a threatened sneeze, a word on the tip of your tongue, the snippet of song dancing at the edge of memory, A penultimate chord hung with unbearable tension – – but it’s just your soul, too frightened to settle into your lonely…

Screaming Demons

Someone, please tell me it’s going to be ok. I spend my life…

Finding Magic

Magic is found in the in-between spaces, Dappling the grass at the edge of the trees; Whispering soft in the hues of the sunset, Lapping the line between sandbars and seas, Rising to welcome the mists of the morning, Gently caressing with eventide’s breeze. Look for the sparkle in thunder and raindrop; Look for the…

The Earth does not Burn

I wrote this poem over the summer. Since my city has been literally on fire for over a week, it’s been running through my head. Maybe it will mean something to you too. The Earth does not burn. Though the fire rage, Flames searing life from limb, And though a thousand small creatures are smoked…

Looking For A Fix

Look, I wasn’t going to write anything about Josh Duggar, but I saw yet another article this morning that triggered a train of thought, and so even though this article isn’t about him per se it sort of is. Kind of. Not really. It’s more about people in general who get stuck looking for a…

“Even”ing

My therapist suggested this week that maybe my life is too full. You think? I have three kids, I work and I go to school. In the cracks I manage to fit in several hefty hobbies and a half-decent social life. And I juggle all of this with a chronic illness. I love my life,…