This is an English Translation of an excerpt of a story that I originally wrote in French. It describes the way this person feels about the ringing of a phone. The main character obviously has some Post Traumatic Stress issues.

Just a little blurb on being lonely all the time.

This poem depicts the questions raised by those close to oness wh suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Inspired by the ideas of Stephen Callender-King.

Thoughts on baby showers and the continuing familial drama.

Awareness from a personal experience a sailors story based on true events. Dedicated to all who lost their lives assisted in rescue and dedication to their duty.
A story you may not of heard.

Thoughts on how my parents influence my approach to my health & reaction to my trip to the ER last night.

What sights, and wonders await…

…the balance of being…

This is a very graphic letter I wrote to serve therapy purposes to one of my childhood abusers. My adoptive father worked at Bates Mill here in Maine for decades as a painter and on the weekends would take me with him to "help" him clean the Bates Credit Union office.
25 years later I’m walking into that same mill to apply for a communications job….the rest is in the letter…

Mild depression or is it pregnancy hormones? And why on Earth am I still so afraid of upsetting my Mother?