Bus Gypsy

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Radio Interview – Radioactive waste in St. Louis? from Living Well Show PRX

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The Confession of Norma Jeane

They’ve got it all wrong, it wasn’t a Kennedy. That’s how they want it to be, but Marilyn was killed by Norma Jeane. I ended me. There never seemed to be a way to hammer and nail or mold or sculpt my identity, never enough time, focus, or energy to take the shell and fill it with a way to see into the mirror with no reflection without the spill into pieces, a piece of pieces, pieces of a woman…

Tennessee Williams and his Camino Real

For the three people in the world who might be interested in the original Broadway production of Tennessee Williams’ Camino Real, I give you my thoughts. It remains one of my favorite plays, and it is his birthday.

And I recently came across a photo of his grave, on which there is a quote from the play.

“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks!”

It is my humble opinion that there could…

A cat and a mouse, paintings and PTSD

Whittley Costello http://haileie96.deviantart.com/

A couple of years ago I gave a home to some sister cats. I love them, watching and observing them, sneaking those earned moments of trust, and their purrs calm and center me. They have a few toys, but not many. One of those toys is a tiny dark blue cloth mouse.

Now here is where the story gets interesting, if you are interested in how the brain…

Me, Myself, and My PTSD

Much of my writing and research, and thoughts, have been being consumed by our toxic environmental problems and the drinking water issues in particular. Considering my circumstances, I find this to be a natural course of events. However my other area of interest, in life and in writing, remains trauma and PTSD.  Along with the environmental issues, my novel continues to be exploring the nature of…

PTSD

hands around her neck put there long ago for years she escaped the spiny grip and put on a lovely show until her running was in vain and there was nowhere left to go a demon rising from hot ashes never takes its time only hers these glimpses steal her mind makes the wrong one pay she falls to her knees begs for the day light to burn her memories out of sight her heart may not be able to…

J.D. Salinger and PTSD

Invisible Men

The cost of war goes well beyond visible wounds and the tragic loss of life. The cost of war can also include loss of identity, dramatic shifts in perceptions of the world, as well as the life-long and horrific invisible wounds of trauma. In J.D. Salinger’s short stories, A Perfect Day for Bananafish and For Esme` – with Love and Squalor, Salinger brings the reader into the lives…

Me, myself, and my PTSD

Much of my writing and research, and thoughts, have been being consumed by our toxic environmental problems and the drinking water issues in particular. Considering my circumstances, I find this to be a natural course of events. However my other area of interest, in life and in writing, remains trauma and PTSD.  Along with the environmental issues, my novel continues to be exploring the nature of…

Me, myself, and my PTSD

Much of my writing and research, and thoughts, have been being consumed by our toxic environmental problems and the drinking water issues in particular. Considering my circumstances, I find this to be a natural course of events. However my other area of interest, in life and in writing, remains trauma and PTSD.  Along with the environmental issues, my novel continues to be exploring the nature of…

The Heart Jar The diner on the corner is one of those Disneyfied modern cut-outs trying to mimic the actual thing but failing utterly. The street, a vein of hipness running through an Ivy League campus that is still trying to cling to a time when it all meant something. As I walk by, I am blasted with a Motown song, a fabulous beat, it lifts the corners of my mouth into a smile even though it…

Our brains (and bodies) on toxic chemicals.

Over the past few years I have become curiouser and curiouser about the allergies we seem to be developing, which are different in type and especially in frequency from my childhood and the years in between. It has seemed pretty alarming. Anyone over 40 remember having a peanut-free table in the lunchroom?  Or knowing a kid with that allergy or a gluten or lactose problem? Do you remember people…