Terry L. Cooper
My Nuggets
Red Pill or Blue Pill? Which do YOU choose? The terms “red pill” and “blue pill” refer to a choice between revealing an unpleasant or otherwise life-changing truth, represented by the red pill, and remaining in blissful ignorance, represented by the blue pill. The terms reference the 1999 film The Matrix.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 days ago in Families
My Poem Nuggets +
Stop with the Hero Crap I do not think that word means what you think it means. Oxford online he·ro - /ˈhirō/ - noun
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 days ago in Poets
My Nuggets
Sugar, the Short-Haired Crazy Cat No wonder I had a dog. Sugar was a hot mess long before “hot mess” was even a thing. One of Sugar’s favorite things to do was to perform “zoomies”. Oh yes, zoomies aren’t just for dogs. Cats do it too. Now imagine — there’s an eat-in kitchen with a table in the middle of the room. To the left is a bar area so we kids could eat dinner and watch TV at the same time. On another wall was a doorway into the formal dining area. The house had been built in 1911 and so it was very simplistic in design. Basically, it was pretty much a square box. Additions had been made over the years to make it more comfortable but for this story, just focus on “the box”.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 days ago in Humans
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Things That I Forgot That I Knew - Vol 1 Reply to All Once upon a time, I worked for the feds. Yes, those feds. While sitting quietly and working unbelievably hard (hard to fathom since it’s the government and all), I began to hear hurried sounds as they scattered among the other cubicles. Murmurs. Aggravated whispered tones. Accusations. Scurrying from space to space, department to department. Finally, my boss popped his head around my “wall”.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 days ago in Humans
The 40-Year-Old Regret
Ah, Jeff. I was SO in love with him I could scarcely breathe. Jeff and I never made it to the alter though. Hell, we never made it to the first date as far as that goes.
Terry L. CooperPublished 9 days ago in Humans
My Nuggets
What It’s Like To Be Me The storm brewing inside... I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight? Oh Lord, oh Lord
Terry L. CooperPublished 11 days ago in Families
My Nuggets
November 11, 1968 Lest we forget indeed. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.
Terry L. CooperPublished 11 days ago in Psyche
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How I Was Taught to Deal with Flashbacks When in the Middle of One PTSD can really knock the wind out of you at times. I was in a year and a half, yes you read that right, of specialized trauma therapy when I lived in Florida. Every Tuesday at 11 am Amy and I would be in her office working on a variety of issues. At one point I began having major flashbacks. Not the fleeting thought kind. The kind that could last for hours. “Thankfully”, they seemed to happen more at night while I was trying to sleep. Being knocked out is usually the best way for your brain to get some much-needed work done while you’re out of your own way. Amy had a tapestry hanging on the way in her office. She had me stand in front of it and describe it in detail. It went something like this.
Terry L. CooperPublished 11 days ago in Psyche
