For several months I have been trying to think and write. Probably a more accurate assessment of how things have been going for me would be to say that I have succumbed to sitting and staring. I have also been using the delete key more frequently than I have in the past. I have a … Continue reading Losing My Words
I have censored myself throughout my life. While I was growing up, there was the censorship of not telling anyone about the abuse. There was always the need to censor what emotions I was displaying. As a child, I was not supposed to get mad or sad. My least favorite thing to hear was, "I'll … Continue reading Uncensored
Lately, I have been looking at my self and looking at the hard truths that I would rather not look at too closely. This weekend I had one of those realizations that shake the way I look at myself. I realized that I need to change how I frame things in my mind and in … Continue reading Is this an attack or just a bad day?
Several months ago, my daughter started a group. It is just a small group, my daughters and I. We meet once a week to talk about our health. We talk about how we are doing physically, mentally, emotionally, anything that affects our health. The group is called Cuties Get Healthy. This past week we started … Continue reading Our Bodies
When I was young, I experienced a lot of art trauma, caused by the type of things that people say when you are learning to be creative. In my case it was the usual experience of having the teacher point out that the sky is blue, not green, or that the girl whose picture you … Continue reading Spirals
In February I started to have a difficult time. I say that what it was was a small breakdown. It probably was just that, a small breakdown. I realized that there parts of me that I had abandoned and cast aside because someone said something to me that, in essence, said I was wrong. Whether … Continue reading grieving
Everything is a story. When you tell someone about your day, you are telling a story. When you talk about anything, you are telling a story. So much of who we are is based on the story we tell of ourselves or what stories we tell ourselves. When I read books I read for different … Continue reading “Stories enable us to live”