I want to unhook myself from Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and all other social media sites. Every single day there are more and more posts about the worldwide crisis. I'm not talking about valid informational sites with solid research behind them. I'm not even talking about the funny memes and the pictures that make me smile. … Continue reading What Does It All Mean?
Lately, it seems, that more and more of my friends and colleagues have voiced ennui and even frustration with their lives. People just don't seem as satisfied as they used to be. The path they have been walking; some for many years, no longer brings them joy, excitement or fulfillment as it once did. Interestingly … Continue reading At the Crossroads
Bombardment: A continuous flow of information, questions and criticisms. Bombardment has become our new normal. Every newscast, every facebook, twitter, instagram post are all fixated on one thing. COVID-19. Understandably. Because we weren't prepared. The crisis snuck in during the night when we were sleeping. A couple of months ago, we all shook our heads, … Continue reading The Shame and Blame Game
Warning: This is a tough topic to read about, especially if you have experienced unresolved sexual abuse in the past. I do not want you to experience any triggers or additional trauma. Angela In January, I started a series focused on the sexual exploitation of children. First I touched on protecting your children from "stranger … Continue reading The Monster Under the Bed
She searches for words elusive as wisps of smoke scattered by a sudden gust of wind. Wincing, her brows furrowed, as if the very task of clutching at forgotten phrases causes pain. Such a strong voice once Now stilted by growing uncertainty of word's purpose Word's origin Word's meaning How can she share her fear … Continue reading Losing her voice
My great grand-father lived in a tiny little town called “Tunnel Springs, Alabama.” Nestled between Beatrice and Peterman, you couldn’t find it unless you were driving down Hwy 21 and really looking for it. If you turned at the Falkenberry General Store (owned by my Uncle Leo) on Tunnel Hill Road, you would find … Continue reading The Not-so Dead End