Posts tagged trauma

Suddenly our mother and father locked eyes at that kitchen table and had the same thought–“when he seized in the hospital his heart stopped.”  They …

Rick’s whole first year, our mother put her hand through the crib slats on his chest, becoming a human apnea monitor through every night. After …

I was thirty-seven months old when my brother came home. That year was counted in minutes, hours, days, weeks, then months. The first thing I …

Sacred Ground: Walking Beside a Sister in Arms Before writing about veterans and faith, I think of my friend Sheridin Jones, a member of Linwood …

Let’s Go Digging! I am old enough to say that before Facebook, there was another world of socializing and dating apps, which, to successfully use …