Emotional Health

Coming Home to Joy

When I tell my friends in Puerto Vallarta that I am returning to Minneapolis, they think I am crazy. “The weather changes here on October...

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47 Trips Around the Sun

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. -Virginia...

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Day 90: The Atomic Weight of Guilt

As a child, you lay on your father’s belly while the New York Yankees run bases on a small black and white television in your old...

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Being True to Myself the Artistic Way

For as long as I can remember I always felt compelled to unleash my talents to the world. My Grandmother nurtured my artistic talents by...

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In My Other Life

This entry is part 1 of 12 in the series: January Flashback Originally Published February 2016 Have your ever asked yourself: who would I...

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My Misunderstood Vagina

This entry is part 5 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback- Originally published January 2015 This is the story of how...

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Why You Should Love Your Big Butt

This entry is part 4 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback- Originally published January 2015 The other day I found...

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January Flashback: Craigslist, Sex, and One Woman’s Intuition

This entry is part 8 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback: Originally published on FC, July 2014 No one is ever ready...

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January Flashback: Sweet Child of Mine

This entry is part 9 of 12 in the series: January Flashback January Flashback: Originally Published May 2015 My darling child, how would...

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January Flashback: The Butterfly Effect

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series: January Flashback I took a Method Writing class with the well-known Jack Grapes last fall, and I...

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My Mother’s Death

My mother’s death was a shock at first. And then it was a relief. She was diagnosed with bone cancer on March 9, 2012. She died in the...

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Waiting, Waiting

I stood alone in darkness Where there were no stars; No light to see. Where there was no hope; No heart to beat. I found everything broken;...

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Slumber Party with Carrie Fisher

Fucking 6:00 am train, I used to think passing trains were cute, romantic even. Now I only hear the shrill, and screeching nuisance.The...

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The Little Squish

I used to love steak. It was a defining personality trait. I was known for my love of slightly still mooing dead cow. I could have had it...

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Psychosomatic

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series: Medical Mayhem Concerning autoimmune conditions: first, describe the pain, then follow the...

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Transcendent Growth Exchange

Five years ago, I arranged a meeting with twenty family members. I was to announce that I would begin to present to the world as a woman....

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If this Temporary Life

if this temporary life I call my own requires a realization that it could end at any moment if it means nothing more than a breaking of the...

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Solo

I walk to learn to become one Within my own skin Immeasurable distance A path designed by the stars A solo journey Of my own free will My...

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Magical Thinking

According to Farlex Partner Medical Dictionary,  “Magical thinking is the irrational belief that one can bring about a circumstance or...

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Parliaments

I spend most nights smoking parliaments in my parents’ hot tub, watching the smoke blend with the steam. Losing sight of which is which,...

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A Thousand Suns

I would have endured a thousand suns bursting the tip of my tongue for speaking the dirty words you wanted to hear. But your blame is...

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I Will Not Be That Woman

Not today. Even when the river rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade ’til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a...

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Kaleidoscopic Illusions

She is a lost soul wandering in a maze of memories where everything blurs and fades out of sight as soon as she thinks she has caught a...

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That When I Waked

the torn silk edges of the clouds against cottonblue skies the field trembling with the windswept elizabethan ruffs of yellowblushed...

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The Romanticism of Being a Teenager

I’ve been a teenager for two years now – let me tell you, it is not all it’s cracked up to be. I remember being 6 years old and...

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The Heart Never Grows Old

What is it with age? When we’re very young all we want to do is grow old in a hurry, then when we’re teenagers we act like toddlers. As...

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