I’m Disabled and I Don’t Have to Share My Secrets. My Children Don’t Have to, Either.
:: Part of changing the world means that my kids do not have to yield their privacy for other people’s comfort. 💦💦💦💦💦💦 A while back, I wrote an essay for the magazine Catapult that told a story about how my younger...
Pain, Guilt, and the Stealthiness of Depression
:: Depression, too, can be a symptom of a concussion, but I don’t think that’s what this is, this wily creature slipping in through the cracks that have opened in me, cracks created by loneliness and boredom, by pain and inertia. *** Right now, in this...
Like a Garden: My List of Diagnoses Grows
:: I decided to get tested for my children. Autism Spectrum Disorder is another flower in my bouquet of diagnoses. As my children have grown, I see so much of my younger self in them. My experiences as a child have echoed into the present as my children have explored...
Where The Terror Lies
:: But to say there is no sustained time to work because my kids are at home is to leave off half of the problem. The other half is out there, in the unidentified place where the terror lies. *** It’s odd, the way public writing about “productivity”...
My Horse Was Put Down This Week. But Then He Wasn’t.
:: This is an essay about grief, and anxiety disorder, and how we react when the whirl of events overwhelms us. I did not say “how well we react,” because this essay is not about judgment. 🐎🐎🐎 Covid-19 has us all on edge. And we all...01. About Me
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