• Happy Birthday to me

    Also happy Delco Day In the year since my 51st birthday, I faced my learning disabilities head-on and settled into existence as a 4.0 college student. In the same breath, I lost my job of 6 years, became an orphan, and a homeowner all in the same breath. I started using a dating app…

  • COMM 100 : Lyric Analysis

    Betty Hutton kisses her first husband, Ted Briskin, 1949. Public domain image cropped from original photo via Wikimedia Commons. He’s a Demon. He’s a Devil. He’s a Doll  Written by Don Raye and Harold Spina | Performed by Betty Hutton In 1950, American actress and singer Better Hutton performed He’s a Demon. He’s a…

  • So Disorganized.

    Regarding the Stories and Language we have for Love and Attachment. I am tired of being ruled by pressures, insecurities, fears, and the long, self-imposed limitations created by the neglect and abuse of my childhood. Likewise, I no longer wish to rely on self-isolation as a form of protection. I’ve processed, embodied, and healed…

  • All By My Lonesome.

    Considering self-soothing, attachment, and transformation. Part 1 : Bears.  Can I tell you a story? It’s about a very young, very shy little girl who felt alone, unloved, and often unsafe. A little girl who, rather than seeking reassurance from her family, learned to tolerate those troubled feelings by sucking her thumb and desperately…

  • ENG 100 Paper 3 : Minding the Gap

    An Open Letter to The American Psychiatric Association’s Trauma- and Stressor-Related Disorders Work Group. Figure 1. Page 290 from Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders: DSM-5, showing the criteria for “Unspecified Trauma- and Stressor-Related Disorder.” Included under fair use for academic analysis. Dear APA Trauma- and Stressor-Related Disorders Work Group, This communication is…

  • When I Grow Up…

    Reconsidering a Life Misunderstood & Misremembered. Over the past few years, I’ve found several small caches of report cards my mother squirreled away in various boxes, drawers, and under the eaves in the attic. A few are missing, but together these documents form a chronological record spanning my entire academic career, from nursery school…