You know what is so vitally important, but royally sucks fucking ass to do? Teach children about 9/11, that’s what. Last year I wrote about the uniqueness of sharing the … Continue reading Why. (TW: 9/11)
Tag: childhood
Arrival.
I’m an Art teacher. That’s such an amazing, thrilling thing to be able to say. Up to now, I have taught art classes and projects to children and adults. I … Continue reading Arrival.
Noses and feet.
Last night at dinnertime, my kid had an emotional outburst because — horror of horrors — her fish sticks would not stay on her fork. My advice to pick them … Continue reading Noses and feet.
For better or worse.
Seven years. I’ve been seeing my therapist for seven years. Actually it’s officially seven years this month. (Cheers, doc!) (I actually never call her that, but in the interest of … Continue reading For better or worse.
Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Mad. So much mad. Every version of me, from neglected child me to abused teen me to gaslit young adult me to present-day wide awake me, are all white-hot mad. … Continue reading Space invaders. (TW: sexual abuse)
Boundary education bites.
Picture it: a Monday evening. We are all curled up on the couch together as a family, watching television. I’m sitting at one end of the couch. My husband is … Continue reading Boundary education bites.
Permanent ink.
I had intended this evening to write a relatively simple post about my experience today with getting my very first tattoo. However, more important material presented itself. We’ll see if … Continue reading Permanent ink.
Highways go both ways.
One of my favorite things about therapy — other than being able more and more to talk about therapy unselfconsciously, without fear of stigma — is that I can frequently … Continue reading Highways go both ways.
Point of view.
This week’s Parsha (the section of the Torah that we are reading from) is an interesting one. We are at the point in the story where twelve spies are sent … Continue reading Point of view.
White whales.
I’ve written before about how reading was my first and preferred escape from the prolonged trauma of my life for over twenty years, particularly through my teenager-hood. I was given … Continue reading White whales.
Journeys in the Dark 