My Happily Ever After

Since I am still working non-stop on my memoir (almost done… really) I thought I would repost this poem I … More

Melancholy – a Poem and a Song

“And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.” ~Edgar Allen Poe Hello. You’re back. … More

You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. … More

Because I am finishing the last chapter of my memoir, I ‘ve had to revisit that dreadful day on February … More

I bathed and cleansed my soul, scrubbed myself from head to toe. Turned all of me inside out, to and … More

PTSD is like having scabs that won’t heal. Rub and scratch, pick, tear and peel. Damaged, tarnished, hurt enough, filled … More

PTSD, Let Me Be When I was young and small, you were angry, mean and tall. I hated you for … More

My childhood and life experiences may not have been a warzone, but I can experience post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) just … More

My stained glass windows have been shattered today, but I will reassemble myself bigger, better, brighter and stronger than I … More

I don’t want to cry and wonder why I was stuck, immobilized, unable to be all that I was meant to be. … More