Into the Wilderness: Story 47 When you grow up in a family with rage, the violence festers inside you. It fuses with your genes, a biological link now passable to future generations. I know this because I am the angry daughter of a furious man. I have borne a child who simmers and seethes; angerContinue reading “The violence inside”
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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED
Into the Wilderness: Story 6 Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned onto pittedContinue reading “The Ridge- REPUBLISHED”
Sunshine- Republished
Into the Wilderness: Story 4 When Catina went into the wilderness, we did too. Our wilderness was inside us, the intricate branching of thought and memory that builds up over time. The feelings we had pushed aside- that most adults push aside- sprouted like seedlings in sun. I became aware of my part. I haveContinue reading “Sunshine- Republished”
How Wilderness Therapy Saved My Family
Into the Wilderness: Story 43 Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of negative commentary on wilderness and residential therapy. Paris Hilton released Hell Camp, a Netflix documentary about her treatment experience. NY Times Author Kenneth Rosen has written “Troubled: The Failed Promise of America’s Behavioral Treatment Programs.” Prolific podcaster Tiffany Reese of “Something Was Wrong”Continue reading “How Wilderness Therapy Saved My Family”
Walking the Moon Again
Into the Wilderness: story 30 When I started this blog four years ago, I was writing mostly to recover from Catina’s assault, an event that led to a healing journey across multiple states and therapeutic centers; numerous psychometric and psychological assessments; and even a lawsuit. It was unfamiliar typography- craggy and airless, hard to getContinue reading “Walking the Moon Again”
Baking
Into the Wilderness: Story 22 I’ve been baking cookies. Nine different kinds, to be exact. Snickerdoodles, Linzer tarts, pumpkin bars, fruitcake cookies, chocolate mint crunch, kourabiedes (a Greek version of snowball cookies), molasses, magic bars (condensed milk, coconut, chocolate chips), and Christmas Crack. I have only four people in my house and nine in myContinue reading “Baking”
Walk the Moon 