Egg dances with sperm; a clump of cells grows into a babyme.Babyme is born and leaves the hospital, with daddy and mommy, just married.Daddy works at the factory; mommy cooks and cleans,changes diapers, feeds and cares for babyme.Birthdays come and birthdays go.Lots of pictures taken and lots of presents given. Littlegirlme now,Chubby legs, running, exploring…
Category: PTSD
Black Sheep
Looking through my library this morning, I came across a letter and some poetry a friend of mine sent me back in 1995, shortly after my father passed away. It triggered an emotional response that there is space to allow its full expression. Many times these triggers cannot be but fleetingly acknowledged, as they are…
Tao Talk 