An Ordinary Moment, a Trauma Response My lived experience offered no assurance that I—or anything—would be okay. At a subconscious level, I suspected I might have less trouble if I could just get better at saying no and ouch, because
Over the years, my children’s father, my mother, and my sister communicated and met without me. This alliance was formed in the shadows. There was no pre‑existing relationship between my mother or sister and the man I divorced. These gatherings
Loving the Hologram: A Season of Letting Go This season—honestly, my entire life—has been one of loss and unraveling. And I feel self‑conscious about that, because in a world low on emotional intelligence, it’s easy for people to see a