When the call came, I jokingly repeated, “I told them to do the ultrasound while I was there, but they didn’t listen.”
Officially an Author
It’s done. I published my first book. I didn’t think my first book would be a cookbook, but I’m pretty proud of it. Yes, there are edits already to be … Continue reading Officially an Author
Continuing My Path
If you’ve followed my writing for a while, you may consider yourself used to my fits and starts. During this most recent quiet period, you may have also noticed that … Continue reading Continuing My Path
My Bendy Brain: Mental Health and Ehlers-Danlos
Before I go too far, let me preface this. Unlike some of my articles that have been extensively researched, this one is primarily based on my personal experience and theories. … Continue reading My Bendy Brain: Mental Health and Ehlers-Danlos
Where I’m From: An Original Poem
Wondering why I’ve decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here’s my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular … Continue reading Where I’m From: An Original Poem
How Irish Am I?
When my daughter and her husband bought me a DNA test for my birthday a few years ago, I was thrilled to confirm that I was almost as Irish as … Continue reading How Irish Am I?
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.
The Ink in Our Veins
When I entered the family history center that stormy April afternoon, I had one thing on my mind; I had never seen a photo of my father’s father. I was 46 and I had never seen my grandfather’s face.
I typed his name into the search bar on the site, Newspapers.com, “George R. Slighte,” the results came back instantly.
I Have Her Name
My grandma, who I simply called, “Grandma,” but whom everyone else called by her middle name, “Ellen,” was my confidant when I was a growing girl. It was with her that I saw my first music video on a late-night television show after Grandpa went to bed.
She Read Me
I hadn’t spent much time with her in person….But we had spent time together….