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  • Waking Up: The Worst Part of My Day

    Why is waking up the worst part of my day? I’m startled by even the slightest of noise. Even the sweetest tune for an alarm–alarms me. My heart starts racing. I can literally feel my pulse gain speed until it’s in full… Continue reading

  • VOL 2 The Healing House: Kiss of the Monster (Excerpt 2)

    There were several significant events in my life that landed me on the dreaded psych-couch. Oddly enough I can’t recall what order they came in. For years I only remembered bits and pieces of what happened. When I finally remembered… Continue reading

  • The Healing House: My Undoing (Excerpt 3)

    I visited you again yesterday; I try to get by daily but sometimes life gets in the way. I’ve been dealing with the pain of your undoing, of my undoing. I’m reminded of an album, “The Undoing,” by Steffany Gretzinger,… Continue reading

  • Seeing Light Through the Darkness

    I was thinking earlier today about the fact that my first two blogs were pretty dim, dark even. I thought I’d better write something a little positive if I was going to claim my little space of the blog world.… Continue reading

  • The Healing House: Scrapes (Excerpt 2)

    I visited you the other day and brought all the kids’ unfinished scrapbooks, memorabilia from my time in the military, pictures from all the years we traveled, smiled and laughed as a family. As I looked at the many places… Continue reading

  • The Healing House: Surgery Without Anesthesia (Excerpt 1)

    I see the rubble that lines your walls and I feel your pain. It’s like you’re having surgery without anesthesia. As I gaze upon your face, it seems as though you are sleeping peacefully, but as I enter I hear… Continue reading