During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language was allowed in that poem. For that assignment, I penned a poem called, "Rootbeer Barrels." The second part of that assignment was a bit more... Continue Reading →
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 →
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...
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.
About a week ago, I asked my therapist how long this particular Major Depressive Episode had been going on. Without a pause, she answered, "Since the summer." I could have saved a bit of time and checked the publication date of my last blog post -- on ALL of my blogs. I have not written... Continue Reading →