A friend told me today that she thinks memoirs are all the fashion right now because we lack a cultural "coming of age" narrative. That's a reason we live in an era of extended adolescence. What coming into our own... Continue Reading →
My Ted, it feels subversive when you reach for my hand as we lay on our bed and the baby plays between us. The sunlight shifts in the bright morning light and the lattes warm the spring chill. Your strong... Continue Reading →
For me, dissociation means that at a certain point in my early childhood, trauma split my mind from my body. My soul, my self, fragmented, and I lost the ability to feel the present, the place in the universe that... Continue Reading →
C. M. Sangalis 