Dedicated to anyone navigating the lasting effects of trauma There’s one morning that lives vividly in perpetuity within my mind. It’s an invigorating summer morning at the onset of a hot, sticky day that I predict will lead to the cool relief of a city pool in the...
Somewhere along the line, maybe while I was sleeping, I have a suspicion that my mind got a PHD in assuming the worst. Yes, when the phone rings, I often feel nervous because I assume it is bad news. My father introduced me to the poem “The Peace Of Wild Things” by...
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