We are currently experiencing a collective trauma. The autonomic nervous system in our bodies has evolved and adapted over time to assess for threats and to respond in a way that will help to keep us safe. Most people are likely familiar with the fight or flight response to stress and trauma. This response developed […]
My sewing machine whirs away, making a happy buzzing sound. I don’t think it’s seen this much action…ever. I’m reminded of my costuming days, surrounded by piles of fabric, and learning through trial and error. At least this is nowhere near as complicated as making a stay by hand. The last time I was up […]
I can only ever speak from my experience. If it has not been clear until now, the thoughts and opinions you find here are my own, and not meant to define anyone else’s experience, or to be seen as universal. I am the expert on my own experience, no one else’s. As I have been […]
It’s hard to believe that 2018 is over. A lot has happened. I haven’t been writing here as much as I try to navigate the shifting identities of writer, performer, advocate, therapist. Each hat influences the other, and I am not sure what the place of this blog is at the moment, or how or […]
2016 has earned the title of the worst year in history, and been meme-ified as a dumpster fire. And it’s true that a lot of bad things happened to me in 2016. But a lot of good things happened, too. And as I face down the start of 2017, I think it’s going to be […]
I attended a psychodrama workshop two weeks ago. It was a transformative experience for me, and I keep trying to think of a way to consolidate it here, but I can’t. Drama therapy is experiential, and reading about psychodrama myself didn’t prepare me for how powerful it would turn out to be. Long story short, […]
“It’s kind of like when we were younger. You couldn’t get craft beer. You could only get PBR and Miller High Life. You couldn’t get artisan chocolate. You could only get Hershey bars or Mars bars. You couldn’t get nice coffee. You could just get Folgers coffee. It’s the same thing with tea. The same […]
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My website isn’t currently cross-posting to Facebook like it should. I think I have fixed the problem, but want to double-check. Thank you for your patience. Here is a photo of my cat, Angel, for your trouble.
Someone told me that when poor people actually manage to have money, they don’t know what to do with it and it becomes a source of stress. That’s kind of how I feel right now.
I have a couple hundred dollars in my bank account somehow, and I will get another couple hundred before the end of the month.
About half of that I will need to help cover rent and bills at the first of the month, but I’m so used to not having any money, or having just enough to buy gas and groceries that it’s still weird.