Before my Ehlers-Danlos diagnosis,Athena and I bent ourselves around one another to sleep. Before my ASD diagnosis, Athena helped me stim. Before my sensory processing disorder diagnosis, Athena helped me … Continue reading Before and After: A Poem
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Dog Gone Heartbreak
The most important job she did for almost 12 years was to save my life. I couldn’t give up with her beside me.
The Car that Ran on Prayers
I lost my friend, my literary agent, and my religion in a few weeks. I was at a loss as to where my book would land…
The Ebb and Flow of Trauma
Trigger warning: Sexual assault June has once again arrived. One of my personalities deleted all of the social media apps off of my phones overnight. A distinct sign that someone … Continue reading The Ebb and Flow of Trauma
On the Docks at Capital City Pride
I hemmed and hawed about going for days, after having been excited for weeks. I was two days out of quarantine from being exposed to covid for the very first … Continue reading On the Docks at Capital City Pride
My Biggest Achievement (So Far)
For the 23rd day of May’s Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome social media challenge, we are asked to share our greatest achievement. In a nutshell, I’d have to say that my biggest accomplishment … Continue reading My Biggest Achievement (So Far)
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?
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…
Writing Changes In 2019
It has been a LONG time since I have written in this blog. For my loyal readers, I do apologize! I may not have been writing here, however, I HAVE … Continue reading Writing Changes In 2019
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.
Maggie Slighte 