If my trauma response could speak, what would it say?It would say , “it’s not going to get better. It’s only going to get worse.
Category: memoir
Alcohol Allergy
After seven months of abstaining from alcohol, my wife and I toasted the harvest last night with a glass of champagne, a gift from our
Institutional
Think of a room with No center, only corners. Anonymous space; Corridors endless, Everything angled. Airplane Terminal. Here is Where I’ve spent the last Four
Undulating Contours
She has given thought To the pattern of sparkle on The ceiling, and she Would have preferred for It to have been uniform, Consistent. My
Speaker For The Dead
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
Mr. Fox
Targeted by threeFarmers, I fled to kingdomSubterranean. By tunnel I tookTheir sustenance to feed myKith and kin, the ones For whom I cared. Theywatched my
Melodramatic Physician 