One thing I struggled with for many years, as a side effect of cutting contact with my mother, was the fact that I still had a lot of personal property … Continue reading The Stuff Process, parts 1 & 2.
Tag: childhood
Olfactory memory.
Have you ever caught a random whiff of a scent that has instantly transported you to a different time and place? There’s a lot of focus on the senses of … Continue reading Olfactory memory.
Super.
This past weekend, my husband and daughter and I enjoyed an absolutely wonderful family vacation to Sesame Place, the Sesame Street themed amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was unequivocally amazing, … Continue reading Super.
Monsters.
I used to fantasize that I was adopted. I think every kid has that wish on occasion when they’re punished or frustrated by the rules or whatnot. But for me, … Continue reading Monsters.
25 years of Fellowship.
In honor of the film series’ 25th anniversary, they (who exactly “they” are, I have no idea) are releasing the extended editions of the Lord of the Rings films back … Continue reading 25 years of Fellowship.
There is always hope.
My therapist told me today that in the seven-plus years she’s worked with me, she’s watched me learn how to have hope again, how to trust in the safety of … Continue reading There is always hope.
Starfish.
I read a little story once about a beach that was covered in hundreds of starfish that had washed up with the tide. A young person was walking along the … Continue reading Starfish.
Every memory a eulogy.
Every story I share about my father Every memory I hold Feels invariably like a eulogy And the trouble is, I’m not sure for whom. He died seventeen years ago, … Continue reading Every memory a eulogy.
Burden.
My first name is Diana, who in Roman mythology was the goddess of the moon and hunting; to the Greeks, she was Artemis. (Although my more bookish father liked to … Continue reading Burden.
The tragic tale of my favorite color.
I am an elementary school art teacher. Color is kind of my thing. Admittedly, it’s been my thing since long before the art teacher gig. I’ve had a passion for … Continue reading The tragic tale of my favorite color.
Journeys in the Dark 