Protected: Once Upon a Gypsy Wagon . . .
Anyone who has learned to dance from Zaina Ali has a story to remember and keep. My own reads along like a long and winding fairytale, fable, and allegory all rolled into one mystic journey that just happens to also be a true story of a little girl determined to...
Dancing All The Way Back to Myself – A Powerful Journey of Dance
I'm writing this one because my best friend will stop talking to me very soon if I don't. This isn't the first time I've written about my Complex PTSD recovery process, but it's the first time I'm sharing about it in any real-time "documentary" sort of way. I'm...
Protected: Truth and Trust Walk Into a Bar . . .
Most everyone knows the premise of a ‘walked into a bar’ joke. The basic syntax is: So, (blank) and (blank) walk into a bar . . . presumably, to have a drink, and then BAM! something weird, ironic or unexpected happens, and the response...
Unpacking Complex PTSD – The Survivor’s Lens of Childhood Trauma
Seeing my father lying in a casket was as surreal for me as reuniting with him had been just the month before. Neither seemed real. Somehow, I still finished my last semester of high school. Trying to save my mother from being beaten by my father during a drunken,...
Awaken Women: Inside the Secret Salon – The Beginning
Once upon a time, a little long while ago . . . a Turkish woman taught me everything I could learn of her dance, and from the ancient dances of our women people. She told me stories of how their melodies crossed over the winds of the seas and volumes of her own...
Sum of Casualties
I tried to understand his violence toward my mother—her purpled eyes, his paranoia and the neighborhood street lights he’d shot out with his issue rifle over the hood of his Chevy one bad night. His wandering moods ebbed with the flow of Falstaff’s swallowed. Having...
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