Dear friend, Today, I felt poetic and broke out the Metaphor Dice by Taylor Mali and the typewriter (not the Underwood, Maya, a different one) and wrote the following: Hindsight is 20/20 for a good reason!
Hindsight is a Broken Mirror
Embracing Loss and Grief (Why I’ve Been Gone Since December)
Dear friend, I know I've been away for a while but I had good reason: I was helping my family care for my grandmother who was suffering from dementia. A Bittersweet, Ironic Departure Grandma passed on Valentine's Day which is both ironic and apropos, as she loved her family, church, and community deeply and exemplified... Continue Reading →
Of the Moments Between Tranquility and Trauma
If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But they don’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 