Memory loss and brain fog aren’t just annoying; they are dangerous. — I'm far too young to be this old. I started the aging process a bit younger than most. Not only did I have a full hysterectomy in my 30s, jump-starting menopause, but I have done a lot of damage to my body. I started smoking cigarettes when I was ten…

With a pen in her mouth and ink in her hair? — What is she doing over there? Eyes glassy. Blank stare? Is that ink in her hair? Words pressing in her brain. Images went in, they want out again. They are trapped in a prison of fear and shame. The words want out. Now! They are beginning to cause pain. The…

a love poem —

Leaving one platform for another Short and sweet. That's my plan for this post. Partly because I don’t have time to mince words, and partly because I’m working at my new “standing desk” which isn’t a desk at all, but a bookshelf, and the shelf is too high. Hah! I’ll…

It might not be depression, after all — Loss of Joy in daily life Margie Pearl suggested some of the symptoms of despair and darkness I have been experiencing recently are actually symptoms of grief. Her comment has resonated and stuck with me since I read it. I agree I am grieving. I also don’t really know what to do with this “grief.” I…

Just life? — Despair and homesickness have hit me hard this morning. Not all of you know that this move to Rochester was Keith’s idea. I never wanted to leave Clarendon and the life, and identity I built there. I hate the city. We live in the suburbs, but we live off a…

Everything triggers somebody — I don’t know, yet, whether this story will be about censorship or my disgust with trigger warnings. Maybe it is about both. Or maybe it is just about me and my impatience with a kinder gentler world. Let’s dig in and see. I was recently invited to perform at an…

Some words spill out — I’m just going to start writing and see what shakes loose. It has been too long since I’ve put my words to paper. But just now, while watching a German series on Netflix, I have been jotting down random thoughts. “I don’t feel like writing. I just feel like escaping.” …

But is it really? — I struggle with getting the laptop on my lap or the journal in my hand. I struggle with assignments in which I’m not particularly interested regardless of the paycheck. I struggle with commitment. But I don’t generally struggle to put words down. Whether by hand or keyboard, I can make…