Emotional Health

My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Interview

Read Part 1 here.  Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that...

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Echoes of Your Screams

tears flow from my eyes and leave their wet trails behind like footsteps in snow… they get erased but their essence lingers, which bites...

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Down Sizing for a Bigger Life

Take a moment and imagine… Imagine cutting your bills in half. Imagine making significant changes; affording yourself the opportunity for...

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White Boys

Something in me popped Just stopped— and as I waited around I mopped up the dreams I dreamt when I was a kid and you said I could do...

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Bottom Drawer Feminist

I was anxious the first time I went there. I had this idea that women who’d done time would be, I don’t know, different somehow; not...

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Against Her Will

She stood against the wind As it fought to consume her She braced for its brutality And the thick darkness She knew it always brought But...

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What Are You Waiting For?

What are you waiting for? You, yes you. The one sitting there pondering the universe, your life and its relationship to it all, but doing...

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The Tunnel Of Infidelity

We always assume it can never happen to us. Not to you, not to your great marriage, which is the envy of all your friends, or so it seems...

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A Mother’s Lessons Lead to Her Final Gift

“I want to die.” It was hard to hear when my mother first said the words to me over the phone, but I understood why she felt that way....

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They Welcomed Her to Her Death

The word went out. No more surgeries. No more chemo. Send tributes, poems, drawings, photos, and prayers for the end of pain. Those who...

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Cutting Away the Pain *trigger warning*

“I would totally marry the lead singer. Dude is hot,” says Aimee. “I’d marry the lead guitarist. The lead singer is overrated,” I...

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Daddy Issues

I’ve heard the term many times in my life. I’ve even used it a couple of hundred times or so. I have understood this stereotype to...

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Fibro Fog

I am so tired I’m more tired than any of the victim’s lives you claimed You’ve won this round And I’m done with you...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me

Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the...

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Glass

You, Torn One, With Arms crossed And Eyes that sting, You Hate me As God hates me- With total, complete Authority. The red-stained string...

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A Soldier Died Today

Only the dead have seen the end of war. ―Plato Today I found out that a close friend’s nephew had died when I received an email with...

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6 Inspiring Ways to Boost Creativity

We often think of artistically creative people as inspired. Considered to be passionate people, they are driven to create a poem,...

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Prison Blues

Mother Servant Concubine Lonely Dreamer Alive only by a whisper Useless, never enough. Stoic Listless Paranoid Bored Always a smile....

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The Affair

I sit in a chair, near the window. The light shines in on me, but I don’t feel its warmth. I look around, silence is everywhere. I am...

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One Day, the Pain May Be Useful to You

Useful. Now that’s a word I despise. Over the years, during numerous times of personal distress, I’ve heard the same, mundane,...

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Remembering Ziggy with a Cremation Diamond

So we’ve reached January. Usually the most depressing month of the year. With the year we’ve just had it’s hard to...

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On the Way to a Red Hot Chili Peppers Concert

I sat on the train with my feet stretched out on the seat in front of me. Heavy rain fell on the platforms outside and on the tracks. It...

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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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