Artificial Indifference Artificial Indifference. Finally—a name for the thing that was sought, feigned, and revered in my family, and later in an equally dysfunctional marriage. I see my younger son…
When I choose to confront something happening right now—something I see as worth addressing—and someone tries to shut me down by dragging the conversation into the past, I finally understand…
I pull into the second of two gas pumps at Costco. I turn off my car, get out, and walk toward the pump just as the car at the first…
Recognizing my own trauma has helped me understand how my reactions once served as proof of “insanity” and lack of credibility—for the people who needed me to be seen that…