I’m broken. That’s not a cry for help—it’s just a matter of fact. I’ve been broken for years. Truth be told, most of us are. Life cracks us in different ways. Some of us just chip a little—like overdrawing a bank account or getting a speeding ticket. Small fissures. Manageable. Forgotten. Others among …
Continue reading Mothman, Appalachia, and the Fallout of Coping
Well go me—I’ve started at least three different blog entries, only to lose steam and drop them for something else entirely. It’s the ADHD shuffle meets stroke recovery meets ambition far beyond my current physical capacity. This weekend I actually got some work done in the yard, revisiting projects I had previously abandoned. Of …
I am not okay. I hate saying that out loud anymore because I know what happens next: the calls, the messages, the well-meaning panic from people afraid I’m going to hurt myself. Let me be clear: I haven’t had any thoughts of self-harm since that unforgettable day in May. Some might argue that my …
As I was standing there fishing in Appalachia today I was thinking about yesterday's post. I realized a couple of things that I didn't include and so I'm going to say them now. First off, I've lived the better part of 60 years on this planet, and I remember when we didn’t have vaccines …
