It all started with a cough. Then it evolved into a story about a runaway. And then betrayal and death. And then silence. Always silence. But first, the cough. I had never seen a horse cough before. She would lean forward, stretch her head down towards the ground, and her entire body would convulse to …
I’ve written a little about my mother’s accident, but I have been putting off the most painful parts of it, because they’re, well, painful. And scary. Overwhelming. One of those memories we are terrified to dredge up, unlocking the cage of some terrible beast that will burst out and devour us while we scream in …
A couple of weeks ago, I took the huge step of meeting a wonderful friend for drinks and appetizers. In a restaurant. With other humans. It was both nerve-wracking and awesome, the first time I had been in a restaurant in more than a year and a half. But that’s not the point of this …
I was mature for my age. Everyone said so. I regularly babysat for quite a few families in our church, including two families that each had six kids, and I took care of a one-year-old down the street two full days a week while her mother worked. Being homeschooled, I was available during the day, …
I came across this personal essay that I wrote almost 23 years ago. I sent it to my mother during my first semester of college (the first time around) and my father came across it while cleaning out their house and brought it to me last year. I’ve edited and condensed, but I have left …
First of all, I in no way whatsoever intend to hurt, offend, demean, dismiss, or disrespect anyone who has been in an abusive relationship of any kind. I’m not making light of abuse, at all. I am examining the ways I treat myself in an effort to be a healthier person. This is my lived …
My apologies for the stream-of-consciousness nature of this post. I have tried to rework it, but it resists. My thoughts are a tumbling jumble of crap that I need to sift through. This makes no sense. So if I continue the thinking of my previous post: I need to matter, and I only matter if …
Disclaimer: These are my thoughts based on my experiences. I in no way feel that I speak for all people who are or have been overweight. Everyone’s story is deeply complex and personal. My issues are mine alone; I speak only for myself. Additionally, I know that not everyone judges others based on their appearance; …