Some of you may recognize that the title of this post is actually the opening lyric to the theme song of a beloved 1990s sitcom. I’ve seen every episode of … Continue reading Whatever happened to predictability?
Tag: trauma recovery
No rules.
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Want.
Recently, I’ve been having a little trouble with a person who’s been expressing that they want me to move my boundaries and reconnect with them. (No, it’s not my mother, … Continue reading Want.
There are days.
There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
Burn Scars.
I’ve had enough fire for a lifetime. Engulfed, And then lifted above the flare, And then engulfed for more. Scald, rinse, repeat. No salve will heal these burn scars And … Continue reading Burn Scars.
Homecoming.
…found it. I won’t say I spoke too soon, yesterday. It’s just that we hadn’t gone to the right spot yet. There’s a place in this world where I find … Continue reading Homecoming.
Look down. Look back.
Don’t look down, they say. Don’t look back. Keep your eyes straight ahead toward where you’re going, rather than focusing on everything you’re putting behind you. I think the intention … Continue reading Look down. Look back.
Just somebody.
That feeling when your daughter comes across your old photo album full of family pictures, and wants to look through it to see you as a baby, and you start … Continue reading Just somebody.
Sticking the landing.
Last night in my kitchen, I lost a fight with a roll of plastic wrap. I was trying to tightly wrap up half of the pound cake I’d made that … Continue reading Sticking the landing.
Happy and haunted.
My father died 15 years ago. I was 18. I am in contact with exceedingly few people these days who knew him. Even then, that contact is sparse (no judgment, … Continue reading Happy and haunted.
Journeys in the Dark 