I am a trauma survivor. I’m not sure when I accepted that, but I have. Trauma isn’t something that just your brain survives, but something which imprints on your body. But your brain tricks you into thinking that everything is OK, until one day, your brain and your body stop. They stop blocking the pain, they stop blocking the memories,… Read more →
I am a trained historian. I love history. I bask in the eras I study, I immerse myself in the language of times past, in fact, I’m enough of a historian that I get paid to write alternate history. Which also means I like to go places where history has been made. I have used my cane to climb the… Read more →
I’m going to feel like a bitchy curmudgeon at some point during the course of this post, but I want to draw your attention to something very important: a dangerous precedent is being set by society when we don’t look past certain media representations of disability – and it creates an invisibility that effects the way people live their lives and raise… Read more →
I am so angry at the media right now. It’s actually a little hard to articulate my rage, or for that matter, my fear for the future, but I’m going to try. Actually, let me rephrase. I’m angry at EVERYONE right now. Here’s why: Because the unwillingness of Americans to believe Dylan Farrow speaks to a lack of belief whenever… Read more →
I’m in the progress of learning about a sport. I’m learning about football. You see, my hometown is playing in the Superbowl today – I’m just lucky that the Seattle Seahawks aren’t playing against EITHER New York City football team, since I was born here, but raised in Seattle. That’d be a tear in my loyalties. Fortunately, I am spared… Read more →
