A Decade with A Dog

I've written a little about my background with other dogs before mine, and then how Athena Brooke came to be at my side, so you may want to catch up before proceeding. When I met Athena If you do want to catch up,, here's that story: A Woman's Best Friends Athena only days old Today,... Continue Reading →

Screaming Secrets: An Original Poem

Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked         from their fingertips,             silenced no longer,     Empowered by consent, Enraged from words             not welcomed to say,                      stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains              away like acid                       until the screams                                  always silent Screeched their way               through the internet                         in a digital riot Igniting memories long... Continue Reading →

My Queer Latter-day Story

It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →

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.

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.

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 →

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.

These Antibiotics are Killing People Every Day

Do you read the paperwork that is handed to you by your pharmacy when you get a new prescription?

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 →

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