Category: My Story

A Reflection on Family Trauma

I have been debating for months—well, struggling is probably a better word—about writing this piece. It’s one of those things where writing in a journal isn’t enough, and I feel that what’s in my mind needs to be set free. I’ve written many times about family struggles while growing up and the absence of a … Continue reading A Reflection on Family Trauma

Getting Old

Do you know when you are getting old? Well, it’s when you eat a hot dog and less than 24 hours later you find yourself in the operating room and without a gallbladder. The story started on Friday at noon. It was a beautiful day, so we decided to get the grill out and do … Continue reading Getting Old