The Liverpool Trio, © Carole May David Lanz is a prince of a guy and an amazing pianist and composer. Cristofori’s Dream, a tribute to the man who invented the […]
Cruising Magazine’s May/June 2010 issue showcases the marine photography of Carole May. A dreamy photo of a marsh near Anacortes, WA is on the cover, and there is an extensive gallery of her work […]
Karleen Koehler was a bird-lover without equal. She founded Jeepers Cheepers, a sanctuary for birds rescued from neglect and cruelty. Photographer Carole May introduced me to Jeepers Cheepers after I adopted […]
Therapy for Complex PTSD (multiple traumatic events) is more shot-in-the-dark than science. Mental health professionals don’t have viable treatment protocols for PTSD (one traumatic event), and most are totally clueless about treating Complex PTSD. Sadly, too many still think, for example, that EMDR is effective. It isn’t.
“Staycation” is one of the new words in the latest edition of Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary. It means spending our vacation time at home. It’s very much like an artist’s date.
Today I’m blowing the whistle on a corrupt system. I promised myself when I started this site that I would only write positive stories. But, I think it is time for y’all to know the truth about how the system operates. . .notice I did not use the word “works.”
Sunshine knew it would be no good if she rescued Billy. He had to make it across that bridge on his own. By now, she was almost across the bridge. She wasn’t about to risk the perils of turning back. She desperately wanted him to have the courage to cross that bridge. She needed for him to make it to the other side.
He was worried. She seemed to be having the hallucinations of a dying person. He was right about the dying. “Who the hell is Anne Elizabeth Bellingham?” he demanded hoping she would drift back into reality. “Bridges,” was her whispered reply, “bridges. You must write the story.”
He wanted to know more, but she was no longer grasping his hand. He knew she was gone. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t move. She was gone, and he didn’t know who it was lying in that bed. Was it the woman he had loved or a stranger?
My concern is for my readers for whom Father’s Day is painful. Sadly, too many of us had fathers who were absent or abusive or molestors. How do we celebrate them? Should we?
Instinctively, we react to threats to our safety with a fight or flight response. It ramps up our adrenaline and sends us into a temporary high.
It can, at times, help us to literally move mountains to remove ourselves and those we love from peril.
For those of us who have experienced abuse, it can also ruin our health (see 4/29/09 post). We can end up with health concerns like complex PTSD (C-PTSD), auto-immune disorders, and cardio-vascular problems.
Anne Caroline Drake 