The examination or observation of one’s own mental and emotional processes.
Memories get shuffled around like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. This doesn’t fit there, or apparently anywhere. When I try arranging everything by color, I realize all the pieces are different shades of blue. So I stack long columns of …
In my childhood, I experienced many traumas. My early life was characterized by emotional neglect and abandonment. I was skinny, accident-prone, and awkward. Isolation was my playground. Loneliness, my only friend. In my early teenage years, my mother’s depression and …
Many experiences in my life are connected by a string of sounds (and other senses) and memories. Associations uniquely my own. To divulge them would be to give them away. So I shelter them. And yet I can’t take them …
They say LOVE comes in many forms. I can’t tell if they are right. My earliest experiences of LOVE were measured by what was missing. My mother’s very presence was taken away when I was just a few days old. …
I loved my mother dearly. I would have sacrificed anything to give her a life less burdened with shame and sadness. Just prior to her death, I was doing everything I knew how to comfort and care for her. I …
Why am I on trial? Where is my Justice? Who will defend me? Who will be my Witness?
That night in October 1976 seems twisted and unrelated to who I am today. But who would I be if it had …
Grief is such a beast. It pounces and shreds like a colossal feline. It mauls and tears as if our souls were tender morsels of fresh meat. Our emotions force their way out of us like gushes of arterial blood, …
There is a need to feel productive. But there is an imperative to be my own man—a set of scales upset by a violent wind. First, I set a goal. Then I try to accomplish a task. Next, I find …
