I’ve lived most of my adult life with the sense that I won’t grow old. At least not in the average sense we’re led to expect. Chronic illness taught me early that bodies fail quietly and often without warning. This isn’t an essay about dying. It’s about surviving, mistrusting the future, and refusing to lie about it.
Posts tagged life reflection
Kintsugi Me: Seeking Beauty in My Breakage |
Right Piece. Wrong Puzzle.
At 51, after 2 strokes and decades of misfit labor, I’m learning to embrace my flaws. Like kintsugi, my breakage and repair tell a story—my story—of struggle, survival, and the art of becoming whole again.
Two Black Eyes
A moment from my childhood still follows me—the day a neighbor’s taunts turned into a sudden blow I never saw coming. I didn’t understand what I’d done, only that the impact and confusion stayed with me for decades. This story explores how one strange afternoon shaped my sense of guilt and memory.