I grew up in a very toxic household. It functioned as an unstable, precarious world that demanded I do everything possible to please, to squeeze myself into a little box, … Continue reading Translating Trauma to Heal
Tag: Writing Reflections
Why I Write
Since the age of thirteen, writing has been the best way I’ve ever known to understand the world around me. My compulsive need to write is a topic I’ve thought … Continue reading Why I Write
The Advantages of Age
Recently, I celebrated a birthday. I’m fortunate that this annual occasion occurs during the warmer months of the year. So indulging in frozen yogurt decadence and enjoying a long, scenic … Continue reading The Advantages of Age
My Freedom to Believe
For the last few years, I’ve felt nothing less than pure terror. There are many reasons for this endless fear. Witnessing America’s horrific movement toward fascism is one source of … Continue reading My Freedom to Believe
Secondary and Scared
Because I’m a writer, I feel much more comfortable adopting the role of an observer. In fact, I prefer to watch the world around me from a distance, thoughtfully considering … Continue reading Secondary and Scared
Numerous Decades in the Making
Ever since the age of thirteen, I knew I wanted to become a writer. Ironically, that awareness evolved after I received the quite justifiable punishment of losing my television privileges. While in the eighth grade, a totally depressing year of middle school boredom and teenaged resentment, I decided not to do my schoolwork any longer.