I Can’t Remember My Wedding

Note: This piece was written without scaling back the intensity of my life with PTSD. I wrote it as a time capsule of Now, because all too soon I won’t remember much of Now. Anyone is welcome to read, but if only other survivors find anything comprehensible,...

Why I’m Against Calling Anyone “Broken”

I’m on a mission: to battle against the use of the confusing, misused, harmful Christianese term broken. Part of the danger with the word broken is that everyone who uses it may mean something slightly different. Broken is not like the word apple. It’s an ambiguous,...