A reflection on service, pride, and brotherhood—from silent years of hiding who I was to finding strength in the bond that veterans share. This Veteran’s Day, I remember why we served, why we still stand, and why it still matters.
A reflection on service, pride, and brotherhood—from silent years of hiding who I was to finding strength in the bond that veterans share. This Veteran’s Day, I remember why we served, why we still stand, and why it still matters.
Even after bariatric surgery, the hardest weight to lose isn’t physical—it’s the one that lives in your head. This reflection explores the lingering scars of body image, the echoes of past criticism, and the lifelong work of learning to see yourself with kindness.
Facing an upcoming shoulder replacement, I reflect on my Army days, the scars—both physical and emotional—and the strange peace that comes with surviving. I may be a little battered, but I’m still here, still writing, and still grateful for the second (or third) chances.
Learning to celebrate the small victories — in the Wasteland and in life — has become my quiet mantra. Between streaming, teaching again, and finding moments of peace through PTSD, I’m beginning to see that even small steps can feel monumental.