Wherever I go, I look for roads and mountains. Something to look forward to, and something to look up at. They remind me that I’m not in charge as I remember the Psalmist’s words:

I lift up my eyes to the hills.
    From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth. – Psalm 121:1-2

I cannot say that my writing here is original. These are not new ideas. Often they are not even new to me, but the same ones I circle back to over and over, trying to understand them. Elie Wiesel said “I write to understand as much as to be understood” and I confess this is my plight as well.

As I have studied the effects of trauma, I learned that the lack of language for what one has endured is one of the most difficult things to overcome. There have been many times when I’ve needed someone else’s words to begin to teach me how to use my own. As I write, I hope for my words to become a friend to you at any point in the journey you find yourself on. Words have been a lifeline for me through dark hours and my desire is that my own would reach out to someone who might need them.

Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.” – C.S. Lewis

on bodies that remember

October is beautiful and also cruel. Maybe it’s the fact that the first time I stopped eating was in October. My mom was in the hospital, my sister was about to be sent to inpatient treatment and the gym teacher taught me to count calories.There I was, a sophomore in high school, waiting each dayContinue reading “on bodies that remember”

On library hospitality

Even behind a mask, she looked tired as she followed her two boys around the children’s section of the library. We were both doing that awkward mom dance of picking out books while trying to keep an eye on the kids. Eventually all the little boys gathered around the train case oohing and ahhing atContinue reading “On library hospitality”