Over the last four years, the essay was expanded into a creative nonfiction long-form essay, then eventually outlining and planning out my book.
A Request for the Whole Shebang!
Three Years With A Home
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...
Ugly No More
Since I had knowingly manipulated people using my sexuality and theirs, I also knew how to manipulate people into STOPPING their objectifying of my body. I made it one that less people would be attracted to. I made myself as UGLY as I possibly could.
Waiting for a Home I Can Use
The reality of living in the Pacific Northwest as a disabled person during a housing crisis In October 2018, the day before my 52nd birthday, my doctor prescribed a power chair for my worsening disabilities related to my exposure to the antibiotic, Levaquin. I live in a low-income apartment complex in Olympia, Washington. They have a little blue... Continue Reading →
Everyone Covered Their Lips, Now I Can’t Hear
This virus came as the 30th anniversary of the Americans for Disabilities Act began and it has highlighted our FAILED inclusion of people with disabilities as well as our utter failure to educate our population that being different is okay and should NOT BE FATAL.
Wait, Didn’t You Become A Nun?!
For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.
I Was Addicted to Milk
For weeks we worked with my physicians to discover that although my swallow reflex was completely intact, I could no longer feel that area of my throat, which caused me to panic.
Owning My Stripes
For most of her life, she had experienced pain. Pain that other people said couldn't exist.
Diagnosis: Zebra
After lifetimes of confusing medical problems, an answer is now clear for many "When you hear hoofprints, think horses." That is what doctors in training are taught. Physicians are specifically trained not to think outside of the diagnostic box, then are confused as to why people with rare issues often do not get diagnosed until they have... Continue Reading →
Life Behind the Signs
As many people whose families are in danger from this virus isolate, signs go up on their doors but life goes on Behind the signs signifying caution people at risk sheltering in place here, there live people. Humans with lives they aren't quite willing to sacrifice to a capitalistic god called the Dow. People who... Continue Reading →
