When the call came, I jokingly repeated, “I told them to do the ultrasound while I was there, but they didn’t listen.”

When the call came, I jokingly repeated, “I told them to do the ultrasound while I was there, but they didn’t listen.”
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…
Have you ever contemplated the worth of your life? What is my disabled life worth? Anything?
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
If you’ve followed my writing for a while, you may consider yourself used to my fits and starts. During this most recent quiet period, you may have also noticed that … Continue reading Continuing My Path
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 … Continue reading Contrasts of a Confection
Don’t define meBy the actions ofThose I’vesurvived Don’t define meBy those whoWould have medeprived Don’t define meBy the peopleWho pushed meDown Don’t define meBy the fat thatHides mesurrounds Don’t define … Continue reading Define Me: An Original Poem
I’ve been in control of my writing, editing and publishing on three sites, including this one, for a few years now. First came 420FriendlyRecovery.com (formerly GmaMaggie420), then, in 2013 when … Continue reading A Writing Odyssey
Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump’s America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received … Continue reading Homeless NOT Hopeless
… a friend asked me if I had ever tried marijuana for my pain…