Secrets
Secrets of my body
pause, linger, bleed slow
through veins
barely alive, gasping—
for Air.
The cost of keeping family and personal secrets Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: PTSD
January 23, 2016
January 18, 2016
Presence
eyes smile
reach out
connect
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She was about 10 or 11 years old,
quiet and a bit hesitant.
Though we’d never met, we shared a past.
Not together, but separately.
I’d just told the story about my childhood
to a group of adults and children.
She cried during part of it,
leaned over and said something to her mother. Read the rest of this entry »
January 13, 2016
in the presence of elders
in the presence of elders
a bench awaits me
small among survivors
of what I cannot see
silent they surround me
bear scars made beautiful
newly touched by pure
wool of soft winter snow
steady they line the way
ahead through crystal mists
calm healing presence
towers above me far
from places long called home
January 5, 2016
Ties that Bind | Dear Readers
When I think about ties that bind me to the largest number of other people, PTSD wins hands down. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder affects every human being in this world, directly or indirectly, Read the rest of this entry »
November 10, 2015
This is not a Dream | For my Readers
Seminary Land, 1990s. My faculty colleagues and I have been summoned to a meeting with the chair of the seminary board.
Recently we sent him a letter about a decision that will affect all of us. He didn’t appreciate our letter. Read the rest of this entry »
January 19, 2015
The Face of Contempt | Part 1
Contempt – intrusive, ever-present, almost impossible to pin down. But that’s exactly why I need to talk about it.
After several false starts, Read the rest of this entry »
October 22, 2014
Safe, Not Sorry | Part 2 of 2
I’m feeling raw today.
Best to start with
A Reality Check Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 