10 Years After My War on Drugs

Ten years ago, I began a war against a drug that now takes the life of thousands daily

Going Public With a Mental Illness

I've been writing for Odyssey now since February. Although it may have seemed like an odd time to take on a new obligation, writing articles for a larger audience as well as being able to promote some that I had written and published here or in other blogs has been a distraction from medical frustrations... Continue Reading →

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.

Revisiting A Bad Drug – One Year Plus After an Antibiotic Injury

When I think back to my life, just 19 months ago... camping... Something I don't know if I will ever be able to do again...thanks to an antibiotic...

Asking for Help

What happens when a disabled person can no longer care for themselves and their home? Asking for help seems simple, perhaps, for those who've never had to, but for those of us who are used to doing for ourselves, it is quite complex.

My Choice

...I made an appointment for abortion counseling which would be followed in two days by the surgery. I was approximately seven weeks along...

A Bad Drug

When I returned to my home state of Washington in July 2017, my broken, disabled body was less able than it had been in years. My first order of business was to make appointments with both my primary care practitioner and my pulmonologist. ┬áMy asthma had been flaring, causing me to spend at least one... Continue Reading →

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