Why is Trauma So Powerful?
I remember talking to a friend, let’s call her Sarah, after a pretty nasty car accident she’d been in a few months prior. Physically, she was fine, just a few…
I remember talking to a friend, let’s call her Sarah, after a pretty nasty car accident she’d been in a few months prior. Physically, she was fine, just a few…
Mark, a driven entrepreneur from Des Moines, Iowa, had poured his heart and soul, not to mention a significant chunk of his life savings, into developing a groundbreaking new home…
I remember sitting across from Mark, a buddy of mine from college, listening as he described the persistent, gnawing pain that had slowly become an unwelcome fixture in his life.…
Just the other day, my buddy Mike was telling me about his latest snack obsession – a big bag of those beautiful, verdant pistachios. He loves ’em, swears by their…
You know, I remember vividly the first time I really paid attention to MARPAT. It wasn’t on some dusty battlefield documentary, but right here in the States, at a local…
My neighbor, bless his heart, was always going on about his German Shepherd, Rex. “That dog,” he’d declare, puffing out his chest a bit, “could chomp through a steel beam…
Sarah felt a cold, dread-filled knot tightening in her stomach. Her partner, Mark—”Daddy” to their two rambunctious kids—had been distant lately, his phone glued to his hand, his explanations for…
I remember this one Saturday morning, my nephew, Leo, was absolutely glued to the TV, eyes wide, watching Goku zip across the screen, a blur of orange and blue. He…
I remember sitting across from Martha, a vibrant woman in her late seventies, in her cozy kitchen. The scent of cinnamon and coffee hung in the air as she gestured…
Sarah, a self-proclaimed coffee aficionado from Portland, stared at the shelves in her local specialty shop, a familiar tremor of indecision rattling her. Ethiopian Yirgacheffe, Colombian Supremo, Brazilian Santos, Kenyan…