So, Yeah It Hurts
Another morning, my mind softly wakens. Down caresses my body. Snuggled deep in my nest, pillows support me from all sides. Each shoulder is propped just right, and they both need it. The left, oh my little guy, he needs…
Knit Together
Trauma is experienced and held in the body. Feel it. Let it permeate the cells of your body. You don’t have to deny it, or find the good in it. Your experience makes you, you. All the people and places.…
One Moment
After weeks in scorching heat, where the air actually sizzles and the sauna seeps into my bones, the clouds finally open and soak the soil. In this one moment, a tiny green leaf curls out of the damp Texas clay,…
Just a Butter Dish
The butter dish gently comes to a rest in its own little spot high up in the fridge door. As my fingers glide out, I see it. Holy cow! I just did that. I really just did that. I just…
You Can’t. Until You Do.
My eagle can fly. Oh, can she soar. You should see it. It’s a feat and will leave you speechless. She smiles, and she means it. She even smiles on the inside. But there’s something there. Something she can’t quite…
The Shift, The Twist and The I AM
My hand on the door knob. The door to one of my most favorite places, and I’m afraid. This place is a sanctuary, a place of refuge. We gather together to love and be loved. My gut turns and twists,…
Robot Therapist
Fourteen days into my vacation, the last day, begins with my feet propped on the thick brick wall enclosing Grami’s front porch, a place full of childhood memories. Over a hundred years ago, Great-Grampa set these red bricks by hand.…
Slipping Away Unannounced
I smile, and he does not. In fact his eyes, his whole body speaks to my nervous system. Then his words confirm. He is angry at my presence. My uncle yells, from his gut, at Grami. His anger is visceral.…
So We Beat On
Even the men are old. A healthy mix of generations fills the church, but I notice the old men. Most, if not all, are related to me. They sit in the pews on the right side of the sanctuary. I…
More Than Enough
The waves gently rocked his boat, salty water and fish guts lapping against his ankles. Leaning back his head, the sea air filled his lungs, and the sun’s warm rays soothed his wearied brow. The big red ball penetrated through…
