Remembering Us: A tribute to 9/11
I wrote this last year, as a different way to look at 9/11. My heart was heavy for our country then and is even heavier now. I know this won’t change anything. But I use my voice because I can. At least for now. …
Tag: writing
What Attachment Trauma Taught Me About Racism
As I have watched my country literally burning before my eyes this past week, I have cried more times than I care to admit. The violation I have felt watching my city being kicked in the gut has been more than I can take. …
When You’re Hurting At Christmas
I drive the car into the parking lot, his lanky frame, dressed in black, waits. My heart feels heavy as he opens the door and quietly gets in. My husband asks how he’s doing and I listen to their exchange. My son. …
I Am Here Because You Are Here (In Other Words: My Mission Statement)
I look around me, seeing, not believing–really–how many people are here. Millions. They each have their own place here, on this thing called the World Wide Web. Yet I step out into this space and start building. I’ve been over here in the corner for …
Finding My Writing Voice
I’ve been writing since I was a child. My first experience with writing came in third grade. I remember it like it was yesterday. The assignment was given on a worksheet, with a writing prompt: the top half was a blank space for a drawing …