Dreamers Reading Room

A Roadmap of Scars

I do know that slowly, my own heart healed as patients and families invited me into the special intimacy of illness.

The roots of a dysfunctional family are deeper than unhealthy thinking; they are steel wire cords.

You were special, hard… but so are gems. You were a shard of glass embedded under my skin.

A decade and two years of prairie farming. His hands touching her limp silhouette; Laid in the comfort of her bed.

The girl laughed at her mother, a bigger laugh than was necessary and took another brownie. She was high.

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…

Bodies – One by One – which flail out the Rivers like Salmon, already caught by haunting Men.

Only an expanding heart . . . one that under-stands Those who ignore their history are doomed to repeat it.

Poor Dad was completely booked. So, I took it upon myself to become a professional, certified rock hunter…