With horses. It begins with the first footfall onto the gravel barn drive. The familiar crunch, a rush of silence. I arrive at a hidden nook of pasture-dotted countryside tucked within a little-known cove of my city. Just twenty-five minutes prior, I fled rush hour traffic, the blare of sirens, the shrill laughter of neighborhood children and the howls of ...
It’s a new year and I am here, finding my way back to this exercise in processing my experiences, allowing emotional energy to flow, tapping it out on a MacBook, unmanicured hands dancing in the relief of unburdening. Writing is how I relate to the world and come to an understanding of my place in it. I find it difficult ...
“I am wondering if it would help to talk to someone at this point,” he said. My husband, J, caught my gaze as he leaned forward in his chair. His eyes searching mine, and we sat there silently for a while. ‘At this point’? I thought to myself, wondering about his timeline of my suffering. How long had I not ...