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.

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

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?

Pride: Coming Back out of the Closet

...now as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints June is here and with the month came a flood of color. Everywhere I look, there are rainbows. I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From... Continue Reading →

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 →

A Power Chair Gave Me Back My Life

Walking hurt, so I stopped walking. When it stopped hurting as much, the pain was replaced with neuropathy and when I walked, I began falling. The day before my 52nd birthday, a powerchair was prescribed. I waited with bated breath for the freedom that it offered.

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.

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