Last night, PTSD won. I spent most of the night curled up in my closet, like a child afraid of the Boogeyman, trying my best to be as small as possible, like nothing at all, because the amount of open space my room offered was too much. Around 11 p.m., I lay on the floor... Continue Reading →
Diagnosis 2005
When your neurologist tells you, at 14, that you have cerebral palsy, thank her for giving you the long-awaited answer to the problem you couldn't name. When you later realize that the diagnosis came 13 years too late, do not spend all of your sixth period advanced algebra math class wondering why you weren't sick... Continue Reading →
Survival of the Fittest
The first poem I wrote after graduating college
Musings of a Wanderer 