Writer. Mother. Wife. Nerd. Not a butcher, but a baker and occasionally a candlestick maker. Published award-winning paranormal author of the Zoe Delante Series (www.readzoe.com).
Surviving Suicidal Ideation
I suffer from clinical (and chronic) depression. When I was a tween, and later a teenager, I attempted to take my life in six different experiences.
A swathe of light cut through the darkness accompanied by the raucous uproar of the drunken crowd. A silhouette cut through the saloon’s doorway, and a body spilled out with awkward steps and whispered moans. He fell off the edge of the boardwalk and lifted his head up as I walked up, pearl buttoned boots making soft noises in the dirt.
Remember when I said that ghosts can’t hurt you? I lied. Now, when you grow up gifted, especially when I was a kid in the 80s, there are no role models, no literature, no attempts at normalization of said gifts in the media. We got Stephen King’s “Carrie”, “Firestarter” and “The Dead Zone”. Our role models were Sylvia Brown and Miss Cleo. There was no Psychic Kids show, only bad made-for-tv movies.
Pictures of You
A Christmas to Remember Tucked into the box full of presents from my parents was a standard white envelope with my name scrawled across the front in my father’s hand. I slipped it from inside and the weight, the thickness piqued my curiosity… what had he sent? I wondered as my fingertips slid over the six letters of my name.
What did you tell your little kid when he/she asked how he/she was born?
I add the caveat that we are very open about information in our home to a level that may make other parents uncomfortable. I promise you that it's worth all the possible embarrassment, because if they don't get the information from you, they will get it from their peers who usually don't have solid information either.
The Man Who Would Be King
It started as noises. That distinct sound of furniture being moved above our apartment, though we were the only ones in the building. Push, stop. Push, stop. Intermittent movements that occurred regardless of the hour, as long as it was dark out.
Gun Violence & the Loss of Community
So, I’m a pro-gun liberal, and while I think that we could use some solid legislation editing (either enforcing existing laws or creating new ones that close loopholes), most of the problems in this country could be solved with a little community building.
Therapy for the Rest of Us
Depression lies. I want to always remind you of that simple yet terribly complicated fact. And depression in all its tattered remnants of our self-doubt, hard wiring and environment doesn’t always come as sadness. I mean, sure, sadness can be a big sign of an impending depressive episode, but you can be sad without being depressed. But I digress.