For most of her life, she had experienced pain. Pain that other people said couldn't exist.
Owning My Stripes
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
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.
Writing About Cannabis on Odyssey
In the last month I have been sharing articles about the evolution of my chronic pain treatment as well as what a fellow-traveler (and cannabis patient) has learned walking to Seattle from San Diego.
Revisiting A Bad Drug – One Year Plus After an Antibiotic Injury
When I think back to my life, just 19 months ago... camping... Something I don't know if I will ever be able to do again...thanks to an antibiotic...
How Do I Write Out the Pain?
As I set about performing the tasks required to finish my first books, one that is deeply personal, I am thrown back into pondering about my life. I have lived many lives. And that is not just in relation to the mental illness that has woven my life into many different names and points of... Continue Reading →
A Woman’s Best Friends
Over seven years ago, I met a Staffordshire Terrier who changed my opinion about dogs. I had been afraid of large dogs (for no reason I can remember....but that isn't new to me!) for as long as I knew. Barkley was different. A HUGE "pitbull" type breed, he was loyal to no end. Not only to... Continue Reading →
Get Thine A$$ Outta BED!
I have written many Facebook posts that started with the quote, "To Stand UP to LIVE you must first get thine ASS outta BED!" or something similar. Today felt exactly the same way. On days when starting is like pushing through a bog of mud ...this time in my face... I am compelled to wonder... Continue Reading →
Road Trip or Lifestyle?
I had a wonderful opportunity, last week, to take some time off and recuperate from the marriage and divorce and other irritating distractions of my life. I was blessed by God and a few of His angels that coordinated to give me a fantastic self-care week out. As someone who was beginning to feel the... Continue Reading →
Homeless NOT Hopeless
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 was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →
